Mineral, tin can, dust of stars, weird air breathing fish,
come to conquer, crawl on your belly, spit dust,
Minerals, tin cans, dust of stars, weird air breathing fish
come to make sense from senses, crawl on your belly, spit dust.

collection of old phones
long ago conversations
text read and deleted
modern tech outdated.

Communication
from beyond the grave
is a miracle through
the intercession of a saint.

Love sings through the song of the Sparrow
how much more through the compassion shown it
in the midst of winter.

you would think politicians rule the world,
but they only rule the world they move in;
their sponsors, believers, movers and
shakers.
But the real World is a mountain,
a place of wildlife, a river and ocean.
Ice and amazing sky art.
The World is a shared breath of free fresh air, cold
on your skin, warmth on a summers day.
Wild flowers, and the love of a rose for a
Bee.
The World is not for sale, and all those
that think otherwise, are deluded, mad,
and trying to sell and buy insanity.

She said she had her "Free papers"

Green cards
Walls
Chains

Let me ask you,
But this one question,
or perhaps a few
When you walk the fields
see the flowers,
Do you say, cut down the yellow ones
save the pink ones?
Pick the purple pansies,
lay waste to the red ones?
When you plant flowers,
Do you say
One is less than the other,
because of differing beauty?
Do you like the rainbow,
given all it's colours?
Are all those colours,
not what makes it so beautiful?

Two hundred years ago,
We called them "Free Papers"
Today,
We call it a green card

Flesh and Flesh
Is what we are.

I never asked you to undress
You wrote yourself into my life
your punished, caffeine heart
became a cuckold
amongst the yarn I spun
You spoke to me
but my words were meant for everyone
You spoke to me
but my words were meant for anyone
but you