con-fuzzed (sans caffeine)

 

mental mist

fuzzes horizon here

in world’s small bubble

of murky emotions

and fogged forgetfulness

how to know which way to go?

aimless pointing in

indecision’s direction

la futura obscura

 

 

sasquatch serenade

 
dawn breaks camp in ouchita national forest

dark road winds, winds, winds

thru tall pines, pines, pines

 
fog stretches fingers between wooded hills

low mist finds, finds, finds

story lines, lines, lines

 
legends of sightings persist near beaver bend

where our minds, minds, minds

notice signs, signs, signs

 

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grey dey

 

Taste this fog,

stir like pea soup;

thick, steamy, heady

moist air presses.

 

Watercolor of wet

still-life landscape,

paint no background;

grey droplets spatter.

 

Pickup headlights

float, pierce the misty

curtain as eery shapes

of cow ghosts appear.

 

vaporous thoughts

 

misty morning haze

more than weather is foggy

sleep deprivation