The morning, Lazy hopeful morning, Those who wins the morning, are the ones who live in the morning…   The morning, Lazy hopeful morning, Those who stays with morning, are the ones who appreciate the morning…   The morning, Lazy hopeful morning, I wish to…

like the day’s dirty dishes at midnight wandering about the countertiop hairy and langourous toward either a smudged and sour drunk or some conspiracy of benign Palmolive bubbles which leave you screaming For the love of god! I’m on fire!  

We might say we have a sense of timing, Used in rhythm, but rarely rhyming. Sense of value and self-worth, Sense of humor, joy, and mirth. Sense of direction (unless we get lost), Sense of style, because we’re boss Come to our senses, and talk…

Who are you?  I am past a long event of actions, I am different from any imagination.   I am past, Suffering and learning, I am different from any imagination, It’s not all I am.   Suffering and learning, Is a long event of action….

Where I am walking is just as unappetizing as where I am   I will leave by my own hand   The sun burns the feet The breeze is full of confessions   I will leave by my own hand   I will not be…

In autumn when leaves blanket my yard I hope unlike most others for rain before I rake The added mess of raking wet leaves is much preferred for it hastens their decay and olfactory air Intoxicating I inhale my youth forest floor of Hanson’s woods…

Let’s ride where the hills meet the moon. Let’s ride where the hills meet the moon. We have smoke and blankets for the night. We have smoke and blankets for the night. I’ll ride to where the moon meets the hills And we’ll blanket the…

This poem is rough but it is late and I am tired. So time for a nap.   Poem to Circle   How I have gotten through days before you I don’t remember Now I have you in my pocket In my heart You all…

I wonder what you think of me Writing out all these lines Deep in the night I am not crazy, though to write you have to be And I am not masochistic Although to write… well… Turn my eyes in on my chest Trying to…

What a strange feeling? After talking to you for mere few minutes… My heart was set out for a roller coaster ride, Your voice created goose bumps which were difficult to hide… The words of yours even after the “bye”, Kept roaming in my ears,…