all there is, is time
the greeting for a brand new shadow
a patterned well-worn rut
Some days my friend the past…
dreaming magic jets autographing air
the love we make, the light will know it’s ours
when buffalo played in the surf
Death slouches mean under clouds
How is it nature calls our heart?
What’s the use when we deny, what it is we see?
Together, we will light the world.
Greetings! It’s time, some things old, some things new, and me of course, thinking of you. Merry Christmas and all
where our hearts used to be is gone
Time delivers grace in harmony.
Prayer gives way to fate
diamonds tell her tale
deep inside a crave built a castle of thin air spun of dreams so sweet
tear the rot out by the roots
Life can be so Nabokov
Days gone by with endless promise, stolen quiet
innocence declared a legend by the lunatic
Screaming hot like ice in free fall Black jade bubbling up within her guts Limp inertia pressing lips, nose, skin
Today I hike Remembering old girlfriends they are doing well thank you their mothers now gone resting peacefully, proud Worrying
How I used to love Lost the spring in my leg now Raptors lift me up
headlines announce the day after yesterday haunting the hypocrites hurtling back from holiday cajoling tomorrow’s downshift dreaming still in flip
we need magic not propaganda fools