(2013)
Composed 08 Mar
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
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.
