life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no

god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.

unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,

first fruits hardly a handful, the garden

just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not

like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead

got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.

of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,

root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live

this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless

i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing