Late Night Muse

Visits in the form of

“I can’t watch what’s happening

in the world for a while…..sheesh!”

So, back to square one, 

beginner’s mind,

senses without 

intelligent machine enablers.

this cigarette here,

taking it’s own sweet time, 

it’s little noir nudge,

“pass me the blindfold.”

crickets…dogs strangely silent

I know there’s a storm out there,

close…trying on a new pair of

cargo shorts…(love those)

i love distant downshift roar

at night, in bed, of semis on

the Autopista, like trains at night

in Illinois, industrial lullaby

Nothing

going on in my head…

don’t know where these words 

came from.