(2013)
Composed 2 February
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.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.