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.

the smell of tobacco
Lingering in patchouli
voyaging onward
Highways of physical
Manifested memory
cycles of cars, homes
dogs and cats along
we notice that sound
aroma and coffee taste

Now we can drive too
the hurricane of scents
cycles bikes and basements
greets the pets and parents
the car is still in the driveway
sleep sound for the morning
and evening as well
she might be gone but you're still
here.

The motion at hand, and at
foot  as well. the bond of the band
forms an invisible shell.
a shell or a dome or a roof or a wall,
It was never built. It can't ever fall.
speaking its language, rattling plates.
its plugged into the wall
it flows through my face.

It goes through my shoes, my
head and my hands,
We're playing the blues, dig
it. Check this out man. Feel
what I'm saying and get back
to me. The band wont stop
playing, you'll get that, you'll see.

Its in those around me,
we're making it up.
Together with sounds,
and drinks from our cups.
we speak with no words,
carry thoughts with no nature.
none other than sound
there's really no danger.

The smallest known things
and the cycle of balance
together with rhythm
incompatible with malice
the sound has a name
known well by most.
But its life. and its forever.
It's time and it's close.

.

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

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.

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.

wake up from your adventures, and take a dab.
don't take it far, thats not your job
the dab will take you as far as needed
and you're blankets will resurface.

put on your garments, and take a dab.
the day is new, and its age unknown
its crispy mood has woken your hairs.
You'll need to wear those socks.

Have a potato, and take a dab.
theres plenty more, so don't rush
the savory maple cloud, of pancake.
the coffee is void of the cow milk.

greet your neighbor, and take a dab.
His dog will have a bath, the cat
the rabbit, the finch, the turtle, the mouse,
they will all be thinking about oats.

Hop off your bike, and take a dab.
the ocean left you clean, the sun
a blueish green shade of wandering.
you're a person, in their shoes.

put on some tunes, and take a dab.
the day was tall, hungry and sharp.
the yellow sky fogged with milk
is calling you from your bed.

open the drapes, and take a dab.
the dancing wind will have its supper
and your nose will get to drink.
the green air finds your shirt.

Its been a long life of living
so take a dab
and wake up in a new one
to take more dabs.

Most easily dredged up by balloons,
though it's in snowflakes, beehives,
watermelons and seasides, tennis
shoes, bare feet, deep dives and knee
highs. Two cups, four hands, infinite
tea, smiles. Falling asleep on the couch,
running a mile and then breathing out.

In the perfect timing, the rhythm
to life. The taste of the nectar, the
setting of the vivid dream, the smell
of the clay. The touch of the stone,
when you arrive at the peak. The
frequency of her soul, the feeling
of freedom. The communion of
people, who have found the same
wisdom. The light of the morning
Through the windows, of home.

The sound of harmony flowing
through your cerebrum. The air
in your lungs, the long breaths
when you breathe them. The
light in your face that reflects
off the sun. The clouds that help
all of the plants toward the sun.
The dog laying still finding warmth
in the sun. The air that was born
and that lives in the sun. The
piece of us that was once tied
to the sun.

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.

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.