(2013)
composed 07 Mar
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
