The larkspur serenity
of cicada evenings...

The moon shimmers
luminous in the blue-black sky...

Melting clocks cascade
down waterfall stairs...

My mind seeks
to set the words on fire...

There's a blandness in the air
that stones me more than any drug...

It makes a
hot heart hurt...

Once there was a time.........
Once there was a child...

What you\'re afraid of
is this...

My poems are
dreams and memories...

The sunlight has not yet begun it's death
as the gnostic agnostic...

Tasting the last blackberry kiss
she fades like sunset music...

Clouds roll gently overhead
billowy puffs of fluff...