Thursday
it had to come
as surely as..
..and then some.


Remember the seventh floor
Florida 'gators at the door
waiting to...
..state law.

Riot gear on and off
I go
into the cauldron.

Easter at least
or I think it could be
eggs for breakfast
of
the hen variety.

Ah,
but religion is the cross we bear
and some wear it on a chain.

Food for thought.

A hot cross bun
and holy wine
say your prayers
and let us dine.

The last day.

like any other day in a way
except it's the last,
but
we seldom know
and even less
until we grow
out of our shells

wherein the spirit dwells.