Kitchen Contentment

Boiling kettle, a whistling
An imitation of life

Water, for delicious tea
Bubbling hot, a sober joy

Living in satisfaction
And sweet, kitchen contentment

Warm feet, upon the pup's back
Massaging toes, gently squeeze

Watching, out my windowsill
The warm sun, slowly rising

Safely, within make-believe
My world, of golden pipe dreams

The mind, remains crystal clear
Sharp eyes, a frozen topaz

I'm here, just living each day
Sipping, my thinking hot brew

© Copyrights G. Jones 2012

Dead Man Dreaming

He's just sleepwalking through his lifeless life
Marching at a slow metronome clicking pace

Like a charmed chameleon, he mirrors others
Reflecting their habits and emotions

He perceives the passing world as a vague shadow
Skipping the corners of his dull unseeing eyes

No longer a plan, just a dead man dreaming
Awakening each day to broken records

Spewing opinionated words, passing time
Constructing his dull pointless metrical form

Powered by alcohol and pain killing drugs
Writing until passing into restless sleep

The clock ticking the minutes slowly away
While he lies dreaming of being truly alive

© Copyrights G. Jones 2012