Today, my son, we hunt.
The flock over yonder will sate our hunger...
Open my eyes each morning
Admiring the colourful blooming flowers...
The full length mirror
in my bedroom makes...
The Legend of the lonely Sparrow
As I awoke on that wispy cloudy winter’s day, it...
When life strikes
like a thunderball landing on the ground...
You exist in every
photograph, on every wall...
I still find comfort
in the way you run your fingers...
Some people are power washers.
Some people are chainsaws...
Perhaps by chance, an ode or utterance escapes
only to desecrate upon a good idea...
Look inside, What do you see?
A reflection of a used to be...
The squawking parrots open
the first bars of morning...
Black Jack is a betting man
he's a card shark if you will...