To write his love journal And his poems He uses banknotes To write short poems He takes 1 dollar notes For the longest The 100 money notes And sell them 10 times What their value says Most of his words Are not readable On the…

I’ve been peculating the parts of you     every evening and storing them   in my soul’s jar   everytime I peek into the jar   The parts of you— diffuse into the gloomy air

I strolled along a crooked road, the journey was so long. I had to pack for 30 days and sang a month of songs. The trees were all so very tall. The sun, it shone so bright. I wasn’t sure I would be found again…

Few yellow pages, Some sun-kissed words, One bright, buoyant and beautiful prose.

  I’ve asked a million times to pick up your room but you Always leave it to the last nano second Good thing nobody Ever Visits.

If words were as they should be LITERALLY would no longer be used to exaggerate

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years, decades, centuries, Millenia build and build and build just to see it all taken down to be rebuilt. Upgraded. lived in. loved in. cast aside. Trashed. Spat upon. oh. oh, but how beautiful she will be When she takes…

I assume she’d tired of her nest. Maybe she just felt like the patio was best.  Less stress.  She is very protective of the place. Not sure why she would need so much space.  Just not commonplace.  She runs everyone out of her patio room….

  Dad wonders if all this banding of birds and tagging of ears creates selection pressure in favor of jewelry But with microbeads The Great Garbage Patch Spinning in the Pacific And asphalt to go by, It won’t be good