(2013)
Composed 03 March.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
YOU and are not us.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
