Poetry – Page 8 – Skeleton At The Feast

Cocoon

Cocoon – for what I cannot say.

ALAS! *sips coffee*

When words and world well up, dark as silt…

Let me imagine the world undone, just a glimpse.

Big cat thoughts – today, tomorrow and tonight.

As it roars, call it a tiger.

I woke up at 3 a.m. from a restless dream of trying to remember where I’d stored my childhood Easter decorations.

Curator’s Note: Pencil on paper, c. early 2020s PC (Pre-Crash), Austin, Texas. These fragments were likely part of a notebook or workbook.

You patiently wait…

The world is full of small things to be noticed.