Dreams are what you make them to be
Flighty things that may hover about or flee.
Some are just a filament of imagination
Others are built of mortar and stone by the ton
Enter the half-dark gloom
Of Riddlesperger's store
And adjust your eyes.
Went shopping at the Second Hand Store
Sign out front said, "Bargains and More"
How could I resist the urge to buy
The merchandise was there, something to try.
The Peace River creeps along
From its start in the sand it calls home
That sometimes takes up more below
Than it adds to the flow.
There he stands, waiting
Patience is the only thing he understands
For a reward will surely come his way
As the panhandler greets the day.
Civilization has no merit.
If you doubt it
Visualize what you would do
If you missed more than two
There it sits glaring back
As if on a mindless tack
Doing its own bidding
When it's moved to responding.
How the lawyer (student) ,
not accompanied by Don Quixote,
From a distance,
Up wind by chance,
You'll miss the smell,
Of this turkey from hell.