To the Future

A young black girl dressed all in black, shimmering like the ebon sea at midnight. A short black dress barely covers her, temptatious charcoal thighs. She sits — the ebon sea parts revealing a shore of roses, petals spread and glistening of midnight dew. The flowers call to me, urging me to come…. closer, closer….

I sensed you were near but I could not see you, I could not hear you, the warmth of your hug did not stir my soul, your insight into the human condition did not engage me – that day. Still, something, perhaps an undeveloped sixth sense, a probe into the twilight of my existence, something……

Little firefly of the summer night, why do you want to die. Are you not content enough to be the dinner for late birds and early bats, with their radar eyes. No, not content enough. You sweep low over the lawns of bored summer boys, then with a flash of green, you signal your presence…

We gather and sit on cold plastic chairs; molded recycled waste. We sip our hot social drinks full bodied or flavored to taste. We fill the air with smoke and lies, across the room we speak with eyes endless tales of wasted livesv in our plastic race; molded recycled waste. © All Rights Reserved

Waxen flame feeding on itself, Destroying the source of its life. Casting small shadows on the shelf, Burning itself out through the night. How am I different from that flame? Consuming everything in reach. Flickering flame and I: the same. I watch, and let the flame teach. © All Rights Reserved This is a companion…

Click. The sound of a spark, or the snap of a radio when you first turn it on. It could be the sound of nature like the beetle that goes click. Click. You’ve heard it before, you know what I mean, but I wonder… have you ever heard it like I hear it. Always just…