I sit at a keyboard with no letters.
I light a cigarette.
I stare at the venomous screen.
So much to say.
So little pushes through.
So far, I am in the…in-between.
Strong as my back is…built upon years of slaying dragons and their flies.
Far as my gaze can reach…daytime bats, the blue-jays, frolic and distort all that I wish to see.
And, of course, the pitter-patter of a fifteen year old, eighteen pound cat, he knows exactly where my mind is at.
He taunts me like a catholic mother.
Guilt ridden, I am side tracked…insight, will never just hover.
What a show to behold!
Therefore, I always embrace it.
For it is with certainty, recollections will fade…imagery will be less bold.