with teasing tip toes

erased at every step

i walk invisible 

along the shore

wearing spanish moss

over my shoulders

to keep the warmth

of yesterday intact

in order to survive

just one more day

while all along i've known

doom was the sentence

before i came to be

and long after i'm gone

from memory of friends

and those whose mind

embraced me

there will still be stars

with individual names

adorning skies

wherever tombstones lay

or ashes fly

in anonymity.

 

 

gypsy

if purpose is a goal
to be accomplished,
smaller than a birdseed,

 

forgetting
is the crown i wish to wear
on this feverish wednesday.

 

tomorrow i'll be strong
to pluck the green
and plant cement--
 
perhaps a sculpture
or just plain and bare
to reflect nakedness.

 

 

gypsy

I love you, WS...  I took the dog to kato's place..  I don't usually do tropics topics here.  haha

a tad  concentrated and dense for me

i consider a pendulum and scales equaling out