Christmas music gives
Thanksgiving soundtrack...
I sway in gentle hammock rhythms
. [caged without key...
On a field, fallow for generations
no longer stained with the red...
Tear runs down a sallow cheek
aged body lies in the bier...
"Susan is a Finger, looking for a Ring,"...
Shirley laughed agreement and so the label was...
Gone again, another light faded
Into the bleak background energy...
What recompense is there to a malcontent?
Perhaps it's better to do away...
Archer casts aspersions at the sun
crying light blinded aim...
A chance sweep of my left arm
in yellow and blue flannel shirt...
She ordered bacon
for her dog at Waffle House...
You hear so often:
"this too shall pass."...
These banks which, overflowing,
fill the park into a field of lake...