To all who need a living wage.
(2014)
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
YOU and are not us.