An enigmatic ovum cracks-
and a world of creativity hatches...
That boy is not the world,
And he will leave you shaking in the shower...
The tree was old,
gnarled, and twisted...
Emanated on earth by hook or by crook
we live and breathe the gift of life...
Our wonderful world languishes
within an open wound...
The sight of grandma
in her slow walk towards the sink...
My ink runs slow, my mind subdued
So many words, are misconstrued...
Falling during dreaming
kick-starts the butterflies...
Emily inserts herself into life gently
and without disturbing the molecules...
I whisk away the dreams of days
gone far beyond my grasp...
Negotiating
Ones own...
Washed my brain
and boiled it...