(2013)
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
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…
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
