The smile you hand out
glowing in all hues.
shaking with pleasant nausea
kind and empty headed elation.
we're dripping from our pores
though the weather isn't extreme.
is sweat even the case at hand?
here we are at the rainbow again.

welcome to your mind
and thank you for having me
come back any time
we all loved seeing you
and you the same.
Breakfast time again,
Showering sounds splendid.

A plateau with a personality
praiseworthy in mutual memory
pickles and fruit snacks and cure
Never leaving a color behind.
beguiled by the love and smile so kind.

supple and orange to the taste
like a water slide to a desert
in a wild goose chase
just a hair short of a bone
ninety nine of the smallest ones

cracked open ventilating
dancing vapor
a slow shift in flowing feel.
soak up the gray
you turn to cellophane

only on the inside
you're alright
the ball keeps on rolling
around that big old fire

the cushion smiled
warmed by your seat
pressed into a drowse
you catch the change

wonder the time
about that
settled cataracts
smooth rolling cadillacs
big old Adirondack
smiling in the cottage.

A race against the dust and the soaking fabric.
Sprinting into a storm of scattered perfect spheres.
Split the grain and burn the cells to make the cut.
Tell the ones responsible to blame it on the weather.
Water the plants as they dissolve to ethane.
Crumpled mangled heap of old dried up Ohio.

Memories of pie that turned to rage
Pie rage tastes so delicious in the spring.
Jars can contain little love but lots of herbs
The right elephant will find the carousel
When the day of dust comes rabbits see.
The shrews and field mice will finally breathe.

Love amongst rodents will never evaporate
The sky can’t contain the weight of solitude
The sky is much lonelier than the sun
Tell the post office about the new light
They can spread the word to the right people

That is if you tell the right man.

adhering light beneath the surface
the enigmatic star of yesterday
reflect on glory masked in darkness
infinite attempts to reach our purpose.

Never ending rotations, big rocks
absolutely nothing remains still.
uninterrupted wonders euphorically fuse
light touching everything beyond the box.

Transformation of consistent marvel
nonexistent forces moving us from within
the apple of the eye had vanished
the apple ate the eyes last marble.

conventional vocation
on carnival with the night
shadows cast from each rotation
lifeforms move too quickly
pointless repetition while they advance
real complexities lie far in the distance
far in the deep black expanse
scattered with millions of diamonds
go the extra mile, for instance.
far past our mindless reach

eggs of plenty eggs of white
dishes stir to open cabinets
sky of gray spewing light
smiles fill the air
check once more to affirm
there is no way it's there.
coffee steaming, air like silk.
next time you start breakfast,
make sure you have some milk.

Boxes made of wood.
Leaves dissolve to mud.
The apple of the bag.
Colors wander, colors return.
Shade is a different place.
Preference favors the repast.
Earth eats in the dark.
Ground grows old in the light.