Nothing is meant by
this August ; the still bright sky
does not confess.

Buy fish! Fresh fish! Sir, you drive a hard bargain!

love is seeping
through the walls
again
a desire left unkempt;
waiting for her
to say
it's okay

i watched her wash away
the blood from her fingertips
amazed
she looked
with an
amorous gaze
what are you afraid of

ballad
from the eighties
vibrates my car speakers -
for a moment I'm reminded
of you

young men
dance with bullets -
spill blood and fight in war;
sent to their deaths on the whims of
old men

disease,
poverty, war -
hatred and bigotry
everywhere; yet each day birds
still sing

Wings like eyes flickering, breathless soul bared to the world

If this blanket is an ocean,
And the ripples are waves,
I'd travel the opposite miles,
So we could collide.
Along we roll,
Transversing each other.

But waves are waves,
While this blanket has a different story.

It's just the Moon
that isn't there that watches
us and grins on slowly