Clover troves that Grow over night spring Delight such vibrant green Unseen since the fall of Summer The trees it seems have Found their leaves youngBuds not weary yet of The waking worldA new start on oldBranches Cherry blossoms billow On the breeze carried farTo distant yards their petalsLost so far from homeResting in this … Continue reading Sprung
That ream of thought Eclipsing the waking Antithetical rest forMinds that never stop
I will wake And cut off all my hairPerhaps with it the weight Will be gone from my chest
You can try to deny butIt will not remain A far off problem In a far away land Not for us to watch and wait Joking about the smoke As the flames Start flickering close Soon they might force A gun into your hand But they can never make You pull the trigger
Bullets are cheap Gas is cheaper But wordsWords are free
Resulting fromThe bitter taste Of wounds freshlyImpressed on young fleshPressed into service For they, the mastermindsOf extremely late term abortions
You bike atop the snowCapped peaksSwiss air bending With the light Flying homeTo see what becomesOf yourself No NobelPurpose rests upon your shouldersDiscovering father Of happiness
I could always find the damn creek but never any beavers
I lost you first,fourteen year friend,my golden girl.
Perhaps best to admire, from a distance,the petals on your face. The ayre, it seems, conspiresto steal my breathaway.