©27 August 2013
YOU and are not us.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
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
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
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.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
