BIG DOG

running off of the mouth,

with half-baked schemes,

messing up serious dreams 

of being new tough dog

on the block and elsewhere. 

dream on, big dog.

at a loss for works

never stopped a Bluejay 

from chatting up a storm

with all a Bluejay ever knew.

none of us have complete

control over our lives.

keeping our lives in perspective

while our lives dangle dangerously

over unknown canyons of shadows

threatening, drag us down below.

I don't know. had I known,

would not have blown all

that ugly black smoke up

that dark ugly blow-hole,

only having black smoke

circle back around threatening

my very own ugly blow-hole.

No, I certainly did not know.

symbolism verses martyrdom

on the road to cacophony.

enigmatic shadows looming large

with ethereal images appearing in fog

not easy being who we are not,
or what we cannot be,
or who we cannot be,
but we insist on trying;

driving ourselves crazy
when reality rears up,
kicks us where it hurts most;
in our conscience.