The Floor Creaked

The floor creaked
my muscles ached
my eyes adjusted
to the morning fog

Just around the corner
the City of Copenhagen

I craned my neck,
and tried to see
the castles and towers,
-the City asleep,

The floor still creaked
and my eyes ached
and the fog still shrouded
my warmer intentions

Just around the corner
out of my sight,
the City went about its business
-while I went about mine

a word, an entity
encasing its story, its people
while I lurked
around the corner
out of sight

In my own corner
of a City called

Being Tired

Being tired
such an unnecessary waste
of energy

I would rather use
my tiredness, later on
in my life, when I have
much less to accomplish
than today,

I might just
write down my tired time
on a piece of paper,
reminding me to redeem
my tired shares later
when I am old and grey

“Have you saved up
for your retirement?”
– some might ask.

“Yes”, the answer might be
but I really didn’t care to answer
-nor did I want to go to the mailbox
-and post my tired hours
-and register their existence

being much too tired
to do so, you know……

The Wind Blew

The wind parted my hair today,

Not being expected, I took a mirror along

while I walked,


If I walked to the left, it parted to the left,

If I walked to the right, it parted to the right,


I told the wind, “It was time to part company”.


The Wind only laughed and said,”That is the part that I never

really understood, and blew onward”


I felt that we didn’t see eye to eye, and blew the other way to get

its attention.


The wind being rather disgruntled said,”We have now come to

the parting of ways”, and with that said,


It just blew me away with its indifference…..

The Darkness Crept

In and around the edges

of my mind,


I walked furtively,

across the darkened fields, across the fallow

the abandoned, the leaves swirled

making patterns

of fear,


Looking back

her perfume still lingering on my collar,

her last words echoing

the bitter taste of her love

in my mouth


I drew my coat about me

as the blackness laughed and screamed,

lashing at my feet, and tearing at my heart


As she, whispering in my ear

“Escape was futile”,

drawing me back, the tendrils

clinging, through the deadening silence

to her lair


Where the darkness emanated

from her emblazoned eyes……



She made me thirsty
for her love
I wanted to drown my sorrows
in the desert, she led me to
the dry, dry ways of her desire,
beckoned me onward

I wanted only to quench my thirst
a drop of water, a feeling of dampness
the moist feel of her lips on mine,
she drained me,
she left me high and dry,
but I, wanted more

I found her quiet pool
in the shadow of the glen
the ripples of her water
played my skin, like a harp
and lured me into the depths,
the coolness of her darkness,

The dry wind blew
over the waters, as if to call me back
the shadow of my form
darkened the bottom of the pool,
she drowned me, in the end
the cool waters, filling my lungs
with the essence of her

Drowning my thirst
in her love

The City and its Sounds

The train
moving along in the night
the station bathed
in the afterglow
of its presence,
I stood
considering my options
when the next, then the next
came and went, came and went
she stood looking
across the platform, into
the ensuing darkness,
I wanted
what she wanted in her dreams
that what I only could reach
across the darkness
between us,
the trains stopped,
the night’s darkness shattered
by my lifeless form, never
reaching across the bridge
of her dreams, before
the next train came,

and left again…