(2013)
© 4 June 2o13
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
