(2013)
Composed 04 March
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
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.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
YOU and are not us.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
