Simplicity
In the act of life
And
Death

Week begins
To end

Free men
Are born
To die

In sleep we
Dream the dreams
We see in our day

Fragmented
Poetry for the

Mad ones

The pail of water
Boils over
As the moon flips
The channel

To the bible

I tell you
There is nothing worse
In this world

Than the 9 to 5

Man save man

For we
Are all

We have