(2013)
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
YOU and are not us.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
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
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.