Those comets moving through space
They take so long to return
I think a thousand years is too long to hurt

Words that fall collect
In phrases. and sentences.
Sometimes  in Cloud Bursts
Saturating the Soil of the Verse

At times they Shower so Light
As if to evaporate before reaching
The Parched Soil, Dry and wordless
A Dust of Letters blows up

Whirling in a cloud, A loud
Senseless fog, like a Shroud
Hiding the unseen word
From a poem never Heard

Suddenly you realize

How fragile life is,
Like a heavy Texas flood
Crushing, crashing, gushing
And taking things from you.

Ironic it is that for some
It takes the shortage of turkeys
Or the scarcity of eggs
To make that realization.

My peach tree only had one peach and my brother decided to pick it.
I grabbed it out of his hand and you know where I decided to stick it.
My brother was really ******.
He had to go to a Proctologist.
He took me to court and the judge ordered me to pay the doctor for removing the peach from his ***.
That made me very mad and I started giving that judge sass.
I threw a punch at the judge when he held me in contempt.
But he had a black belt in karate and now I walk with a limp.
When it came to that **** peach, I should've let my brother eat it.
This has been a bad experience and I sure as hell will never repeat it.