Read the Tide



Read the tide.

Don’t hide.

Don’t bury your head

In the sand.


The hand that thrills

Is also the hand that kills.

Leave nothing to chance.

Randomness is not your friend.

Know what comes around the bend.

Be ready.

Rock steady.

The promontory erodes.

Even the longest roads

Come to an end.

Randomness is not your friend.




Why I Stopped



Only when I noticed

The rusty red rat rubbing its rump

Against the end of the bed


Did I cut down on

The painkillers; though the pterodactyl

With the one jaundiced eye


thrashing its wings

Against the latticed windows didn’t

Help much either.