Stings

My famished soul, where are you,
What transformed us into
Creatures–could it be we live with
The scorpions? All I have is the sting
In my tail. Otherwise, I associate with
Most anybody who is friendly to me.

Bob Forehead

Bob always had a large
Forehead. He was used to
It, since it was a family trait.
People would comment
About it, but usually not in
A derogatory way. He
Convinced people he was
Pretty smart.

Lost in the Forest

What started out as a day
Hike turned out to be a
Struggle for survival that
Would last a few months.
He had fallen and hit his
Head and knocked himself
Unconscious. When awake,
It took the hiker awhile
To regain his memory and
Find his way out of the
Overgrown forest.

Lost Poet

The poet is lost, he wanders
All over town, even going
Out to the countryside. He
Is sure he has left something
Somewhere but forgot
Where. What the poet is
Looking for is the perfect
Word to finish his poem.

Wish

This is my one true wish,
As I know and understand,
This light to be my home,
As a knowing up there in
The galaxy is me. And I am
Up there in my bones
Built from stars.