my day's done early
about eleven a.m.
i'm showered and changed
off to tim hortons
coffee and donut drive thru
playing cassette tapes
oldies and goodies
get back home with my dark roast
sit at computer
and enter a world
a strange that is fake and true
which is which and faith
that it means something
may not be here but is there
underlying space
higher dimensions
the cross sections of chaos
show order and sense
stan sand
(aside: lost a recent soup mail...dear sender: if you read this please try again)
Categories:
sections, adventure, analogy,
Form: Haiku