Bad mouths Bad words Sick of them Ridicule Nah
Early morning cricket orchestra Resounding In the summer air Open fields What lies out there
Broader concepts of the new day Half risen sun on the horizon Bright is the bay Beneath the glowing stratosphere Clarity, warmth
Veiled dark skies Sullen damp forests’ Foggy breath sans sunlight
Black leather Doused with sun tan crisco She’s dancing the funky San Fran Disco Oozing sweat
Ice cracked bones Heart made of stone The statue sits upon its throne All alone birds tend Her loneliness
Cobwebs in my mind Sand in my eyes Outside the birds chirp Their delightful surprise Gentle breezes
Quiet silhouettes Silencing an aching mind Between eyes not yet blind Within window quarters Along sides
Upon the mountaintop In my efforts —to reach the heavens —To touch the skies God listens
Growing tired As the sun dips into the sea Growing tired Autumn leaves Falling from the trees
Liquid Soul Liquid soul oozes thru The blues man’s tunes His Raspy bellowing voice Reverberating
In the middle of the night Spooked scared I’m full of fright By the night owls Lonely wolves
Rock star dreams Reality tv Magic limelight silvery screens red carpets
In the old neighborhood Ms Martha owns an old stone home The grandest made of granite and s… Tall white pillars Long wide windows and
Sound bites the dust Dreamy starshine Sunshine burst births lovely green…