Change
Close to a river
who babbles
Anticipation
I traverse a trail called Route 20
Stomach turns, heart is heavy
A chill in air, leaves turned brown
And she waits for me in silken gown
Hunger... No
Have not ate... Tis not yet so
Could this be the one I’m waiting for
Long hair fair still can’t be sure
Tubes
Coercing milk like honey farming
Painting thoughts by pictures showing
In darkness flash like fire flies
Immorality opens heavy eyes
Seasons of Unrest
Sunrise on softly shaded snow
Chirping birds fly through trees
Atmosphere in a smoke filled room
Pool balls crack and spin
Cinder red harvest moon
Road traveled to control it
Day People
In the midst of darkness
A light is sunk
A hell to raise
Sight only defies a premonition of good?
Introduction to mathematics
Greatest mysteries
seem to be
Differentiations
between humans
Made by humans
TWO
Dig your own hole
And if you find
That, you just cannot do
There’s room enough in mine for two
And all your worldly possessions too
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don’t get busy
but live and die easy
inside
Categories:
differentiations, absence, adventure, angst, art,
Form: Free verse