(2013)
Composed 04 March
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
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a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
YOU and are not us.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
