No longer whistles do I hear
When construction zones I'm walking near...

Every Afternoon at Four
Every afternoon at four o'clock...

Sandstone monuments rise
above the valley floor...

There's a path
that meanders...

I sincerely wish the noble crows
had kept their feet to themselves...

I stalk the aisles for a magic potion
A mask, a cream, a wonder lotion...

I am from the olden days
from common sense...

Bend the knees, lower the butt
To pick up that penny, the only thought...

Angels of death walk these halls
Waiting, waiting in unholy dark...

Thirty-One Days
Innocent...

Yesterday the first nasturtium blossom of the...
burst forth. A glorious, mind-bending...

Tears that flow will never cease
The heart will never mend...