We are each our own philosopher

             we should not be on the lookout for any other

the
red tail hawk
shall
barrel through
the Breckenridge blue sky
like a cannonball on fire
thus
captures her prey
with desire
at the break of dawn

wildly and uproariously
the
mouse pulls
his head
from
the jaws of a
ferocious lion
then
the mouse
poured himself
a glass of brandy
while
i laughed so hard
to keep me from crying

I had forgotten
that it only hurt
because I loved
you more than
you deserved
and more than
I should have.

Strange object at sundown

Brittle heart

Living off the salt

Fighting for survival

Faithful as dogs

Broken as rock

The soil taking its soul

In the blaze of the sun

Stinging itself to death

is this
what it feels like
to be a fossil
in the making?
to have pebbles,
sand and grit
swept slowly
on top of me.
not to mention
the crushing
and deafening
of miles of water
pressing it all down
to bury me.

but sometimes
sometimes there's
relief and light
when someone
digs through the
weight to reveal
the shadow of the
creature that once
lay there.
but then that husk
is reduced to
cinders in a mountain
of others.
and i guess you could say
that 'power station'
is adulthood.
or life.

grey day blues
her eyes surprise:  such hues!
forget Fox
remember Huey Lewis and the News.

Love don’t live here
I am lust in disguised
A reckless man,  
A reckless lover
Black clouds underneath blue sky
A monsoon, soon underneath your eyes
A shaky terrain
For all hearts that ever dare to feel for me
A drop of truth
Inside a bucket of lies
Baby If I were you
I would run away from my lies
Like tear drops against bruised skin
For not a single seed from your basket of love
Could ever grow and blossom here
In this deceitful desert of my soul
A soft warning for the sake of your heart
Out of a last drop of an empty bucket of truth
Baby I can only pray
It reaches your heart on time
Before you fall!