(2013)
Composed 03 March.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
YOU and are not us.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
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 day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
