(2013)
Composed 2 February
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
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Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
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.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
