nonsense

A whisper disguised as a scream.  Because poetic nonsense has always come easy it lacks value here.

A keyboard microphone and a dead audience

An ode to Scotland remembered and bagpipes playing when I lay dead.

What if my intelligence remains unknown, like this disguise I call my head?

"a fairer house than prose"

“A fairer house than prose”

            Sometimes there’s a moment of clarity when I stop thinking and a thought races through my mind.  I say the words and only my mind hears, yet my eyes show width and my mouth curves towards the sun and the warmth is cleansing.  This is too long and wordy to describe these brief moments when I come to life.