Glass Jar

My mind is encased in a glass jar.
Thoughts swarming like flies
To a neon lamp.
The constant buzzing and tapping
reminds me that I am safe
Yet trapped.
The intense silence is deafening
As it engulfs everything that is,
Until finally all that is left
Is what might or might not be.

Red Earth

Red earth like rust as a dirty car
Rattles past the ragged fruit stall,
Blinding in shades of red and green.

Red sun over jagged mountain,
Silver against the bleeding sky;
The strike of a spear cleaving skin.

Black faces bold against the dirt
With shining eyes and gleaming teeth,
Their Masai garb red as the fire.

Small children riding donkey carts
Laugh and jolt as red hooves clatter.
'round them are chickens, free to roam.

For Dad

*MP*

Circles in a coffee cup;
A steaming golden ocean.

Night or day desire floods
Hot and delicious.

To and from work you float
Smiling.

Decay of Man

*MP*

Swim the Universe in a day.
Come with me to the moon,
The stars and sun.

What do you dream?
Do you question eternity in Gods?
Or Ghosts? Or the decay of Man?

Why the want of morning
When the light brings only
darkness?

A Voice

*MP*

Voice in a crowded room
Lingers and speaks:

"young fool,
The choices you have made
Surround you.
Think fast, write deep
From the poison pit of paradise"

Four Words

Was there this girl?
Was this girl there?

There was this girl.
This girl was there.

I thought I could try a poem consisting of just four words... I don't know...