(2013)
© 4 June 2o13
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
YOU and are not us.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
