(2013)
Composed 2 February
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
YOU and are not us.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
