In the waking hours
eyes still shut
half mind lost
half mind present
that’s the time they arrive
there’s an opening that must be exploited
the goblins enter,with
weird memories and imaginations
sowing salt on fertile ground
I could lie there all day
in this strange middle earth
contemplating disaster
but I don’t
I force my eyes open
kick of the blankets
decide against masturbating
and enter the light
of a new day
the goblins retreat
taking their buckets of salt with them
I know they’ll be back some time
they’re never defeated
nor am I
this is the way it is
until it isn’t








YES!!!
Yes indeed.
hello dearest Benny mine come and go throughout the day I ask my Father to be kind to me and not let those things happen great write 💕
Persistent little buggers those Goblins…thanks for commenting.
Oh there is an opening that must be exploited. Hmm nice line and very interesting poem. Goblins.
Thanks for commenting Fia.
Goblins are different from gobbling….lol
Tremendous.