Unspoken Undesired


These very words carry a grudge against themselves

Crashing on their  own ears with bad decisions in tow awaiting the rebuttal of a thousand foreign tongues

Meteor showers off in space somewhere between this desk and light years away with all those sci-fi heroes, guns, sabres, and phasers set to stun

Nothing is drunk to health anymore but friends and the future and some left for those spirits too young to know better than to mistake secrets for wishes and prayers

Hand in hand with whatever landed this pen here with thoughts unspoken and undesired venturing deep (enough) within looking for Virgil but falling for another

Some Have The Ant


Some have the ant

to think with.

 

If  here then  hidden-

no time for thoughts

while     the grasshopper

conjures              up ideas

when

the cicadas

say it’s okay

to take the night

off.