(2013)
Composed 08 Mar
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
