To all who need a living wage.
(2014)
YOU and are not us.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
