Rocks can’t stand their small Shadows anymore And the desire in them grows To an outlandish size The sky’s on fire with existence As everything just wants badly Badly to live And we live and we die Like fireflies in the night But b

A riot of greens

Another day older, a man of means, a ring of fire.

murmur murmur murmur

Imagine being in This fractured town Below some mountains Beside the sea, in Italy maybe With a seagull perched on the top Of a lamp-post With a four-story, 2-star hotel A 1-star Restaurant And a 3-star bakery cafe With outdoor tab

promise me

wonder at all the things done without regard for you at all.

in the chicken house this morning. The second one this week. I carry the stiff hen out to the back pasture