pen in hand etching the details of this life as it comes no planned out
i tried sign language, the languag… they call it, the mating call, the… of the pelican to the penguin as t… and you see the light through the… and know that there is hope, waiti…
if only the words were as real as… a b c can tell it right from left the j from the the k fifty years gone by with out the b finding it’s way
when the seed turns to dust and we can only lust after the thoughts of the beginning to only find the end
or begins as the key climbs the string hey kite, what are thee to me for i say when you fly the cords of my mind
playing the notes as if they were lines fa so la so mi maybe missing a note, or off course for awhile
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…
looking down at the smooth stone that i just picked from the creek and as the water evaporates i ponder the meaning of your words gently pecking your cheek
tracking the shadow of the bird to know the hearts desire is all the people heard in s.o.s. through the wire with out being a liar
the whole house was going to town blinking in timed segments dazzling
in times of old it was obscene the character the choice made and history told
emotions seared without heart speared like the mixing of the molecules sweat and oil pressing together distance gone with out setting a p…
would be like finding the end of t… only you weren’t looking for it to the surprise of not many days l… shaken and stirred, mixed in a way of never to be separated again
the rabbit left no ladder the climb –of no way no bounce of the mushroom no tear in the ear will help –end this sway
pull the towel back out carefully folding it and placing back on the shelf will allow it to grow mold in able to flavor the cheese