“ Thin Skin ” ~ of time ~

Move on

It’s but one turn,

In your thin skin

Of time,

Make room

Tho you may think

You are immune,

With feelings young,

Enough to change

With each full moon…


Your nature

To take risk

Back then be fine,

When a near miss

Be akin to easy kiss, 

Save but life now

Holds near the winter

Of your seasons,

Calls for reason…


So think ahead

The while you find

To keep your head,                                              

For quite  likely

You’ve feelings

Of good stead,

Those left behind

Yet far from dead,          

Though well ahead,

Of held thin skin of time!

“ Incongruous ” ~ this fantasy journey ~


I’ve journeyed

Near and far,

But none akin


To a nightmare

So bizarre,

Out of body,

In a place

Said Myanmar…


There soaring high

Astride a giant dove,

In surreal fashion

The while above,

See people scurry

In erotic stead,

Copulating clumsily

In a medieval bed,

Boldly flaunting

They be walking dead,

Swirling seamlessly 

In my out of body head…


Though images do fade

They to the end resist,

As hell  I chose not dwell

Nor in a black night’s mist,

So incongruous will I miss,

If again this  journey tends!