Red Leopard

Sometimes,
our best thought
through plans go astray.

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.