Wandering from point to point And stretching our legs We do what we do And we lay our eggs But no matter how large
Stars dance before me In low pixilation But the wonder of it! I could press my face To the glowing screen
On the cold mornings Or days when washing hangs in my r… My window glazes and there are thr… I don’t clear them I wonder if the larger are mine, a…
It’s not a childish joy It’s a thoughtful one Bubbles! The enunciation of which Troubles the mouth
How strange; I was told to remove… Out of what I write, to move my f… To turn what I had seen from my s… To that of the same seen object it… Funny; guess what I found in it’s…
Blossom blew off the tree And there goes life I thought As I walked my dog and he limped… And tried to muster a small shower At every lamp post and tree
Staring out the office window at the office window across a butterfly flit through a small gap in the window immediately regretting the decisio…
And then, waking the breathing slows And relaxes the tightly clenched jaw, unfold the huddle of limbs
The guitar sits in the corner of t… And I wonder, does it wait? To be plucked and played? To sing my melancholy vibrations? Left alone for months at a time
Listening to the gale blow, I recall the banshee of memory, Spectres of what was haunt my thoughts, And I recall the pain,
Grant me peace! To pester And pester And pester; See how the repetition adds
These scattered trees mean a lot t… And so often I think that here I’… Many years ago I sent a message Or two. On how I’d explore your f… Teenage fantasy written in bliss m…
Happiness is an elusive beast it is best not to pursue it through foliage and fen You’ll never catch sight of it tha… Instead, wait in darkness and bait…
I’m a flint head; impressionable And oh so crude Battered and worn by Her rough usage
I’m going nowhere but So what? I’m in no hurry But God I wish I was I push so hard for love
