full direction

tan slippers pull at my feet,
soft socks spill down my foot,
faded blue jeans wiggle up my body,
holes peep skin thru the soft blue,
long sleeve shirt pass across my chest
and upto my neck,
wiggling air breathes out and in
wrinkling the soft cotton as if each fabric
has something to say,
i must say i am dressed today,
lost in the purpose of some tasks yet at hand,
each purpose has a start,
and soon my black shoes will accompany my body and clothes,
moving across and into the silver vessel as i travel
to accomplish what needs to be done.

cold wake

dreams scream a feverish spill,
distant closer,
eyes too chill,
thoughts to burn the hour at hand,
time stops
closing my eyes near the night stand,
lost in the wish and hopes of a farther happiness,
awakening to the reality that harder i must pull,
someday someway the Earth will stand still,
until the time i must remind and blind my laziness,
revive my senses, set my goals,
flow into the real world,
because times are cold.