(2013)
© 4 June 2o13
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
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
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.