(2014)
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!
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
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.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.