Location

I look for myself in my bookshelf.
 I look for myself in my rumpled covers and tossed aside pillows.
I look for myself in my laundry.
  I look for myself on my desk,
   in my cupboard,
    the carpet,
     the paintings on the walls,
      the mould in the shower.
I find myself at home.

Silencism

An inhalation, a hummmmm,
The street desert at midnight in streetlight,
The middle tone, the pause to breathe,
Then gentle words goodnight, to sleep.

Silencism

An inhalation, a hummmmm,
The street desert at midnight in streetlight,
The middle tone, the pause to breathe,
Then gentle words goodnight, to sleep.

Tightly coiled spirals of semantic madness wheeling out like spaghetti every which way.

A mad wanderer explores the sea, and charts the undulating waves of thought.

He alone knows how to proceed, but knows not from whence or where.