(2013)
Composed 03 March.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes
YOU and are not us.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
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.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
