Die this life
empty of breath 
not because one 
can no longer 
breathe but because 
one is out 
of breath living 
the type of 
life that will 
leave one breathless 
and then go 
on to whatever 
else awaits you 

Some I guess 
are just thermometers 
measuring the heat 
and others are 
thermostats keeping things 
comfortable whilst others 
are humidistats that
keep things steamy 
oh but you 
were a barometer 
what with all 
of that pressure 
and I but
a balloon avoiding 
your very prick
lest I pop

Swimming in late
evening low orange 
sandalwood sticks burn 
and jazz coddles
as I recall 
looking at eating 
and then bed
sleep and dream
bobbing about in
the bubble home 

Blank sheet
of paper 
no ink
in pen
how to 
do over 
what’s already 
been done 
no ideas
just sitting 
in silence 
maybe tomorrow 
will come 
a thaw
and frozen 
pipes will 
once again 
run

Share what 
you have 
beyond what 
you need 
for the
giving is
a greater 
sign of 
prosperity and 
abundance than 
getting ever
will be