(2013)
Composed 2 February
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
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.
