old phone receiver
cord curling from the damp ground
a scratchy voice:  "help"

winter dreams of spring
dreams of summer dreams of fall
dreams of winter sleep

be assured:  the way
things are right now become the
way things were back then

everything's fiction
everything is non-fiction
everything's fiction

colors come in waves
moonlight steel drum reflections
*** lips.  fade away

tiniest fractions
of lost time, framed and frozen,
warped by perception

i started the morning like a champ by
spilling grape nuts all over my kitchen
and i don't know if you've ever done that
but i wouldn't wish it on my very
worst enemy because apparently
loose grape nuts are indistinguishable
from shattered glass when you step on them with
bare feet and i know no matter how good
a job i do cleaning it up there will
always be a random grape nut around
and that made me think about whoever
lives in this apartment next will wonder
where the grape nuts came from and that puts a
smile on my face so i guess that means there
is in fact balance to the universe