the facade fighting for position making a bubble to wrap in holding all the desires and keeping all the harm out so we think, but harm we cause

turning the faucet on and asking for something and out it pours, free flowing and full of color, abstract for the eye to see

making one gear smaller to slow the time can make it holler will the other hear the sound of the dollar

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

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

i think time stop or is standing s… so still that you can’t see the wh… as the sun kisses upon your sill maybe paw prints will design the f… once again this might be a hard pi…

leaves of red and gold come crashing down in disgust that after such a little time of s… and finally –perfecting color the beauty is cast down and trodde…

if i mix red and blue will it make… or a fragment of the odor it could be the base or nothing at all the wash between cycles

as if the razor couldn’t cut or the rose had no smell, but your nose was dripping and a tissue was not in reach of the umbrella that

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

i know that and long for that day the day of pearls, will i get one to polish and reflect the light under your wing, holding the star from shooting to far, because thes…

reading eyes, bleeding fingers longing for the other to put the salt back in the shaker rearranging the letters to figure the meaning of the words

tap dancing with paws great is a musical in the making getting out side with a rush folds the carpet after waking stretching cuddling noses