sidewalk chalk and scrapped
knees covered in sweet green grass,
such harbors deep roots.
...
i am but small insignificances
many many small
small insignificances.
i carry a façade of worth, as do you.
...
I have locked myself out
of the house again,
but I don't mind
the rain is beautiful today.
...
does God throb in the empty corners of life?
timeless, endless, unwondering?
simply throbbing
...
Today i am cold.
my eyes are cold
my lips are cold
the underside of my knee is cold.
...
Cherry Trees
hypocro -
see it how you wish,
belief in fairies
who drag you down to
mud pies and climbing cherry trees.
ha! there you have faith
in belief
in fairies and
hippos
crossing
seas.
see
how you might
blind
bat chasing your own tail.
ah! your tale
woe to those who find any
thing of meaning there
where the ripe red cherries fall
to thorny putrid ground
of little -
no worth
no meaning here
in this grove of scattered
deceiv'd cherry trees.