shutting out, and

recoiling to the three paintings

memoirs of a runaway #3,

it's incomprehensible

memoirs of a runaway #2

. . . Namibian sunset

in a stifling green room

netting it out

sometime in the past,

in black and white

looking from within

defocusing today

no mail today

gasp!

exactly a year ago

a year later,

memoirs of a runaway

no stopping . . .

who bothers to stop

a locked entrance,

or an exit

don't look back

confronting the painting . . .

déjà vu

a coupler . . . uncoupling

peeling away . . .

the entrance . . . or the exit #2

the entrance . . . or the exit

walking out

on a sunny afternoon

blue . . . or blues

9:00

009999 km

throwing yesterday away

what's left of spring,

walking away #2

walking away

May Day #3 . . .

Mediocrity

May Day, May Day!

every year,

same time, same drill

the entry point of the narrative

a glimmer of sorts,

one spring afternoon

reflection from oceans away . . .

staring at a blank wall

spring has sprung

looking for another exit

staying in,

and not looking out

spiralling down in black & white

amidst the crowd in a vacuum of reality

a passage to nowhere

turning one's back away . . . . .

April Fool's Day,

so foolish . . .

refraction, not reflection
of an afternoon

a disillusioning afternoon,

what else?

lost at a junction

the dive

the stairway leading to . . . . . where?

a fog-shrouded yesterday,
and tomorrow

about last week,

and about the past

shattered . . . . times two

at elevation 391.8m

my raison d'etre