Ambition can be a private ordeal where you prove nothing to anyone except your Self who immediately forgets because we cannot hold arrival any more than we can name what swims around us in water with our eyes closed. I doubt the value of sharing process when it comes to videos of myself playing drums, all the more so as I have heard that tolerance for drum solos is at an all time low. But alas, alas, alas…
The dialogue in rhythm here starts as shagada blagada blubloom with a chick chick and ends as blublublu bloom. Thanks for tuning in.
Unclaimed Anchor
An unclaimed anchor leans
against an abandoned cooler
on a dock old enough
to kick off splinters,
just a storm or two
from collapse.
Made to serve a boat
long ago retired and
absent another assignment,
the anchor waits
for a job that never comes.
Still your imagination
takes hold of it,
some sinking thing
under the midday sun. 
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