a world built to burn
a world built to burn
with safety in the silence
attention of ghosts
a world built to burn
with safety in the silence
attention of ghosts
lunchtime marks half way
waded through the morning's muck
surviving monday
on the midnight train
embracing the to and fro
tired despondence
capitalism
the cultural pollution
and greed run amok
a cool evening breeze
to help wash away the week
cider on the porch
dry me a river
the front porch by candle light
barking at the wind
early morning dance
to float and spin in the dark
diddle in the rain
to help it along
sometimes a push is needed
to be subversive
wait on the cosmos
the balance will be restored
eventually
take off and landing
the flight of the honey bees
anticipation