Snapdragons
fight
Tiger Lillie's
emerald enchanted forest
casting shade on a sunny day

in this garden world war
you stand away
from a bed of weeds
a violet Rose
my sweet flower

your purple tone
is seen for miles
amidst an ocean
of green and red and orange
yellow, black, and brown

2 cups of coffee
...shake off the dreams
2 cups of coffee
...with sugar and cream
2 cups of water
...bring the headache down
& 2 cups of gin
...drown out the sounds

I can hear your screams
...
in my dreams
as you tumble out
dressed in your Sunday's best
put my sanity to test
harsh sunlight
in the eyes of my windows
...
in my dreams
the mailman knocks
demons tumble from my mailbox
knee-high in woolen socks
to dance
a dance of delight
...
in my dreams
the faceless men
speak on my train ride in
their skin fading
to reveal snow
on an empty television set
I have been watching for years
...
in my dreams
I am never quite sure
if it was him or her
that served my dinner
of fig leaves and disease
snatching wishes
from a swelling breeze
...
in my dreams
I never know if you're real
walking knives up my skin
it all begins
to take me back there
in my waking nightmare
...
in my dreams

April showers
bring May flowers
but winter sunlight
chills my bones

The cat's in the cradle
with a silver spoon
but your dog
won't leave me alone

If roses are red
and violets are blue
what color are my eyes
when I look at you?

If one in the hand
is worth two in the bush
then why am I
feeling so blue

Fourscore
and seven years ago
we all dreamed
that we would be free

Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
as the rest of us
march into the sea

Thunder cracks,
A release of rain,
To soak our clothes,
And chill our bones,
Beneath dark sky,
Turbulent and terrible,
Tremendous and chaotic,
Wind swirling,
Whipping our hair,
Grabbing our scarf,
Cast onto muddy landscape.

Brace yourself,
And weather the storm,
For after the clouds,
Will always come sunshine,
Apres la pluie le beau temps.

MARCH FORWARD
no time to wait
no time to waste
no time for time
to wind away
we're into space
you're in my space
extreme development
advanced disgrace
you took your turn
resources to burn
and still, you yearn
we never learn
WE TRAMPLE THE WEAK
WE HURDLE THE DEAD
LISTEN TO OTHERS
NOT JUST A VOICE IN YOUR HEAD

we're in the future now

Longer sleepless evenings
Humid, dark, and bleak
Serene and sorrowful homes
Blossoming sakura trees weep
With heavyhearted lonely buds
Spring, unforgettable saddest spring
Trees not lovelier and so are fields
Nor the day more delightful than the evening
These unhappy blooms in pink
Signal a different kind of grief