Over the precipice, fate ready to fall, below to the unknown darkness to be consumed by the

Vast chasm in the ground. Be

Exhausted and succumb to willingly fall backward, with arms outstretched to each side. Find out what’s down there. While I’ll follow momentarily behind.

Olympian – Woman in Camisole



Sweat beads down

Eyes squint to see

The pole too high

For this Olympian wannabe.


Why was the crossbar so damn high?

Even the professionals

Were terrified.


Broken legs

Busted ribs

Bruised jaws

And the pole was split.


Up in the sun the crossbar resides

To knock down the Olympian

With who it collides.


The crack of bones

On the ground below

The snap of a pole

The Olympian’s turn was thrown.


He looked up

To see the crossbar.

With feet below,

And the sun blocked out

By a woman

In Camisole


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Paralleled Voyagers

Paralleled Voyagers

Gone are we

On this endless sea.

Into the sunlit sky

No – into the ocean depths.

Going parallel together for that sunset horizon.


Valiantly the pirate ships sail on.

East bound –

Redirect now

To the west.

Inflicted, infected, and intoxicated.

Capsized into the sea

All of our dreams

Lost to a drowning gone vertically.