The body is
The temple of
The soul but
It’s just a
Vessel a canoe
Which floats upon
The lake that
The soul is
Come swim with
Me abandon your
Boat get naked
And let us
Paddle languidly in
All that the
Other beautifully is
Category: Friendship
StormyMorn
On coming rain
Looms like the
Flashing lights of
A patrol car
In rear-view mirrors
Creating an anxiety
Until you’re wet
Hoping for thunder
Stormy days make
Me want to
Curl beneath blankets
Like critters burrowing
Deeper together huddling
Waiting for clouds
To pass by
GhoulishMorn
The night hangs
In tall trees
Clouds of moon-glow
Wisps of Luna’s
Veil drapes the
Mighty pines as
Soupy clouds drift
Lower like tails
Of kites getting
Caught in power
Lines haunting the
Ghoulish landscape frightens
Even birds as
They whisper their
Quiet morning melodies
OverOutAndNow (for Christopher)
And then after
Pop spray fizz
We were left
With the flatness
Of over out
Like sun after
The hail storm
Littered with chunks
Of the sky
Friends starting now
Our past behind
Like rear view
Mountains in back
Time right now
To decide what
If absolutely anything
We’re going to
Be like stranded
Motorists on highways
Choosing which direction
We will walk
Saving us now
Pics
I dreamt a
Dream of a
Past lover glee
And good times
Like looking at
Yellowed photographs when
I realized that
People only take
Pictures of happiness
