Red Leopard

In the cold light of day you keep me there beside you in a Glass by the bed.

A state of mind Where images and perceptions Appear as shards of glass.

He kept us intrigued; With wise words and false wisdom.

There is nothing new to be said; Nothing cleaver to be read. All creativity is rendered dead. Nothing left – but this silly little verse, Inside my head. Please “Shut Up”!

A shimmer through the glass in keeping with the lateness -of the day.

The familiar feeling descended like the yellowed pages of a very old, well read book. He was comfortable, but not – happy.