(2013)
Composed 03 March.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
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.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
YOU and are not us.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
