bluebefore I could speakit was youbaby-blue, powder-blue,blue sky, nowthat I have a voice, Istill can't find the wordsthat define youeven in the dicti..
summer is goneas are butterflieswrapped in fallleaves our demise.pockets of wintervibrate the earthin colorless whitefeathers of rebirth.discernible s..
I see kids hanging around in a circlebent over watching a pile of plasticmelt and burn but not disappear - "oh,how they will learn."That plastic thing..
Do you ever get the feelingwhen walking that yourhead and shoulders arestretching for the clouds?Remember Mr. Armstrongthe toy you can stretchfrom hea..
willowpillowdaffodilliome never spoke in slang of"what's goin on yo?"but came from that placeof one parent raisedwelfare phase,where the things you at..
I wake twoa leaf of many colors snappedfrom a twigthat bellows in middle air for a spinor twoor threeinhale, exhale as eye watch it pendulumon colorle..
There's a certain time whenthe right moment of sweetnessis ripe for the taking,the plumLike when the artisthas achieved his final strokeson a canvasan..
maybe through living roomswith furniture made from the finestfabric ormaybe handed down made from cheapwood ormaybe from neighborhood to neighborhoodm..
smiles made of peelmemories are so realthat stings the eyelaugh and fake cry,you lick the goodness dryits tangy sweet surprise..lingers in your mouth ..