(2015)
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.
He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
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.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
YOU and are not us.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
