I can hear it crying again
why is it always water and bottles spent?

wish it stays away this time for good
not unlike the light in me

at least right now
at least in this moment

cover up, boy!
for it is cold this summer
and shed your dashing coat in time
for the leaves will rise in fall.


a brisk pace is all I need, father.
warmth this summer, breeze in fall.

cover up, child!
Lord!
heed!

keep him safe.

i give so much
of my love to the world
that there isn't quite
enough left
for myself.

i rose with dawn
and now plagued by thoughts
usual and unusual

my eyes burn as my mind speaks

fur blocked her view
as she walked past me
to pay her dues

unaware that her muse
painted all 'round
rising hues

writhing colour
becoming in December

crept up to white
pulled back by slumber

Praise be! Wake!
Praise be! Wake!

deep dish, tomato in my mouth
"wouldn't potatoes be nice?"
in a moment, everything went south

God ******!
you ruined the flavor.