(2013)
13 March
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
YOU and are not us.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
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.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.