Are not we men?

Happy strung go lucky day.
Overt covert blown away.

Orange, purple, haze of blue.
Ocean mist is seafoam true

Lost in transit, safe return
Homeless puppy, receipt? Return!

Length of time, not accurate
On big plumpness, we have sat.

Derelict and then sucked dry
Waving musket flowers high.

sore throat ever filled with strep
Open mind is bandaged up.


Poetry was never my strong breath.

You Have Not

You have not a clue, but that is okay, as you are about to find that which you did not know you were looking for. But I did. . . . I knew you were looking for it.

You have grown wise in your basement.

Wise men have seen past the sign and now they are in line with the divine state of time versus that fine line of cinematic desperation time.

It does not good to flick your nose at a nin-com-poop.

It does not good to search google for nincompoop either.

I have not the time, nor the inclination to lay down.

Your roots are showing, and I used to like it.

Your car is not worth the paper it is printed on.

I hope you get two of everything you want one of.

Peace!