Don’t get our dreams wet
In this the mother of all storms...

Dawn another new beginning
The moon in the sky playing a duet with the sun...

You cannot scratch an itch before it itches
That is an obvious observation...

There are many powerful men in our land
But they are worthless...

Some are smarter than others
Some are tougher than others...

all things central to the phallus image
The centre of 'our' universe...

things that can be built in the air
This be my delight, fleeting as an alcoholic high...

I am stepping outside of the planet for a while
No drugs to hide behind...

Farting on a Sunday is somehow unsociable
Life is like one long funeral message...

sabbatical nagging at my brain
nine to five burns up space, cauterizing,numbs...

My life is at the tipping point.
Between ethics and my personal truth lies a...

The dry leaves nourish my garden
Why always the sweeping and blowing them away...