I was Thinking, or Not

  A Sideboard Parasol  Never fear the written works That is where I work out my quirks In my head thoughts lead to death So I free them to clear my plate Therefore what is written here Or likely written anywhere Is just the ramblings of my fears Unpronounced and internal fragments Where fetid thoughts pass through Try their best to confuse and obfuscate But I am a smarter man, theses days I’ve learned to use my struggles It does not matter truth in here Deep within this eternal abyss It is swirling waves of fear and dread Clogging up my mental capacity. No matter what is reality, The sun the moon, eternity All of this I have seen And there is no coming back, From that. Dec 6, 2021 James E. Doud

  Dogs in a Box The dogs, the dogs, They live in a box, Where they are fed. The dogs, the dogs, They beg, they beg, To go, to go outside. Outside, outside Where they run away, In their heads, they run. They run, they run, away,  Tethered to their box. Inside, inside, inside their box, They sleep, they eat, and dream. Inside the box, they are running free, In their heads they are running free. One day they will get away, One day they will run free. One day they will run through fields. And I will put them in their box. One last time. Dec 5, 2021 James E. Doud