She aches for the beach
that never seems to come...

I lay here next to you
with death between us...

Some of you children must go to the stars
please take my ashes, they're ever so light...

Corpulent mists drift
across the parking lot...

Failure is written on stone
while success is recorded...

Give me stormy days;
too much of placidity...

Traffic light cycled
no one moved yet no one honked...

Rockin' along, lost 40 pounds,
cut the fat - cholesterol lowered...

Diabetes yields
at least one good benefit...

It is a smallish park built for soccer;
thousands of weekend kids play...

When you’re on the bus
she lays her head on your chest...

Water slapped against banks of the Blue Nile;
something huge caused an unnatural wake...