Perhaps I have become
immune to inclement...

Modern day living
urban blocks of depression...

I watched the colour of
washed tamarind gleam...

Morning newspaper
the world's depression in print...

It's dark as I lie here...
The rest of the house still nestled in sleep...

In yonder meadow flowers bloom
cascading hues and sweet perfume...

Destination nowhere
your brain's new address...

Insomnia prevails
solitude, familiar as my faded housecoat...

Kuebiko once again stood
tall and proud...

Bread
freshly baked...

...and, the moon was shot
in the head, yet...

There wiz a maid wae auburn hair
an' oh sae fair o' face...