Hand-holding, shin-deep amongst a gathering of...
that were tickled by the night breeze, as though...
Sweet summer substance,
the warmth of her rays...
The grasses freshly cut in lines
of intention. Leaning forward...
You like to strip yourself
with the light behind you, your...
Amber shades are mere reflections
of a time long ago, hidden twixt...
Chained to a future inescapable
Hurting eyes ignored in front of greed...
Spontaneous. Instantaneous. Our thoughts are
like time bombs marking away...
You are not obligated
to pick a brush and paint...
I daily traverse
a flat terrain of logic...
Wake up.
It's cold coffee again, and she tells me...
John picked things up off the ground.
He'd read flyers, old papers...
Worry is a white
fox, a snowy ermine...