Twilight Mare

 
 Twilight mare:
 primordial tendrils 
 of ancestral recollections.

Faint Notions

 
 Faint notions of another life;
 possible,
 if you were someone else.

 
  Spontaneous combustion,
 uncharted waters,
 traditions be damned.

 
 Pleasure the gratification void:
 cop the deal,
 you always need shoes.

  Leaderless whimsy,
 license for wildness,
 connoisseurs of skedaddle.


 Round midnight
 defenses rest,
 dark memories fade,
 cats come out to play.

 
 Relentless tide washes over
 immutable rock,
 illusion of permanence.

 
 Relic of bygone days, 
 nautical dreams, 
 exotic wealth  
 and danger.

 
 Bridge
 over vast space,
 connecting
 not imagined
 to intimacy.

 Psychic flame 
 of jughead nonsense
 shrieks, not
 for laughs,
 but vigilance.