Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed

To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array

Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!

Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name

Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice

Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly

To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?