(2013)
Composed 09 Mar
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
