Nightly Musings

with my eyes closed

I can feel the illusion of cold

the ceiling fan moves air over my skin

and the quietness of this november night

seeps in and soothes my anxious mind

earlier we had brief but heavy showers

strange how suddenly they come

the changing of the seasons

in these subtropical climes

 


 

there’s a terrible fascination

for viewing political machinations

watching the jostling for power

the selling out, the back stabbing

the sneaking, lying, manipulating

the smarmy smiles and hand-gladding

it’s like watching rats in a maze

only not

 


 

tomorrow the stars all align

the planets will spin faster than ever before

the ley lines will all converge

and I will leave the house

so mote it be

 

 

 

Copyright November 2016

 

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