(2013)
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
YOU and are not us.
