Howling And Hissing

Nothing never really happens.

Something is always going on.

There are times of boredom beyond measure.
Connections of wires and waves won't save us.

Somehow our nods and reactions have meaning.
Only truth and courage to guide us through.

The wallowers have their ways out.
Diversions and distractions blocking the paths.

Monsters on the outside looking through broken walls.
Howling and hissing all afternoon.

One day the creek will rise and the flood will continue.
Water, always the decider.

Plain spoken and perfectly honest.

Saw through the charms and compliments.
Calculating and self-serving she was.
Full of worldly knowledge.

Empty of soul.