It was my idiocy
that saved me!

every bit of kindness will
          find you again.

In the mornings I
think I will accomplish one
maybe two, probably not three
things

Euphoric peak that
diminishes with the un-
invited solar noon and fixed
fate

The sun does not set
When euphoria rises
In our little world

I once knew a woman that
could roll herself into a perfect ball.
She rolled all over town.
It didn't seem that unusual; sad,
but not strange.
Lots of people are all balled up.
I caught glimpses of her face.
It was often expressionless.
She had a flat affect.
Sometimes, she'd come out of her ball,
and smile.
She was gorgeous, educated, and
had a great sense of humor.
But when I'd get too close,
she'd get back into her ball
and roll away.

Smell the
newborn puppies;
placenta from heaven,
like candy canes and
burning leaves.
Stay green as long as
you can.
Drink up the sunrise like
a chocolate malt;
because tomorrow comes
with a sigh...