(2013)
© April 7
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
YOU and are not us.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
