shy timid in a way that makes the blood warm, beating as it pump… the words from the finger tips creating it’s own world - to live… or dream of, the stars tell the st…
the master tapestry woven soft silk into my hair putting a bead on taking one off
the tears didn’t leave a trail into the corn field till after the couple was found frozen and dead but left many puddles after
all my progress was placed in the lost or stolen box as the train of eyes cross the sky in puffs of clouds racing for the chicken soup
the bray is gay in may sway will be okay display the tray play today pay and replay
making one gear smaller to slow the time can make it holler will the other hear the sound of the dollar
the pieces fitting together the fear crowded out with truth flowing and emotions poured out can understand how the
your works make me feel that we met in the hall somewhere, only i saw and looked away, distra… by the moth eating the caterpillar and you watched me as i watched th…
missing little piece’s buried in the box no edging left can’t get through the locks to retrieve through ground
no going around the bush here picking the posies to expose the bleeding tears - sear with the hot rung a rose left dripping with the memories
while registering to buy Italy your mistaken identity diminished wrapped around and covered with banana peels and egg shells castings smell and then you sell
it don’t take long for a yo-yo to… like me up and down all in the sam… how could it be, where does to it… the steel beams inside are like je… the stead fast feet slipping all a…
then one spirit says to the other i will do it this way the other says no . and i,.. - well i, .. i get stuck in the middle
what is the focus while the continuous diving off the plank is performed for art sake’s the seeping in as moths
pen in hand etching the details of this life as it comes no planned out
