(2014)
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
YOU and are not us.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
