Roaming Poems

Watching the disco lights
from somewhere
out
of
sight, pool of moonlight, vision

&

sight, where waves
wander
into one another, my mind, projections unto perception,

cosmic theatre
of
fear

&

loathing: Footprints in the loam, indented into the gleam of the gloam.





I was roaming this snow lit field…

They are going to build a 20 million dollar ice skating rink there…

I got to the other side…

Had a view of night lights…

Twas beautiful...]