emotions seared without heart speared like the mixing of the molecules sweat and oil pressing together distance gone with out setting a p…
i weave the butterfly hairs into your looks and they look like feathers blowing in the airs with no one to read the book the tongue stopped by time
the tender curls of the leaves bring the gardener to his knees to touch the softness, stroking it… it’s not time dear to go into hidi… stay and splay your beauty more
while registering to buy Italy your mistaken identity diminished wrapped around and covered with banana peels and egg shells castings smell and then you sell
sad even the lightning bug has a purpose in a jar but a heart, no place
some grow up with a spot to fill a title to live a for runner of things to come
you yearn to turn and churn but you can’t learn as the eyes watch through
loud louder loudest loudest yet louder still more
it can take the butterfly a long t… stretch its wings to the full leng… using them as antennas to look int… the future and know how many beans… if while fumbling in the pocket, t…
a funny thing about poetry is that you can paint any mask with color and hue, of your choosi… weather belief or doubt or dare will some times make you stare
the whole house was going to town blinking in timed segments dazzling
abstract paint i did again after many years gone by forgot the feeling of the strokes mixing of hews to blend much like poetry, never seeing
taking life as a child with ease of wonder dropping the emotions that life bestows will start the healing
all my progress was placed in the lost or stolen box as the train of eyes cross the sky in puffs of clouds racing for the chicken soup
as you place me in your hand folding fingers over and carrying… to a place where you can get the magnifying glass out, are you going to burn me?