Tuesday

babies in swings

cats meet me in the middle.
as little as her nose.
finger nail that just grows..
mouth open wide, i can 
taste you like yesterday.

BEES & TREES.

mint candles smell my brain
purple flowers make me insane
dirt is where the worms live
i met a bird this past Tuesday.

Sunday

TODAY'S MY GRAMS 70TH BIRTHDAY


we met a few laughing horses along with some meat heads.
the grass on Heaven grew purple last night.
worlds that are like never ending phone convos at midnight.
your mother is in love with my next door neighbors shoes.
foggy moons sparkle the souls of all sewer rats.


somewhere in mass with goats.

Wednesday

Tuesday

blue pens.

Juicy peaches, and untied laces
My love for you is only in my dreams.
Dreams will make you insane, if you
Never stop. The words that come from
Her mouth are as pure as rose colored
Cream and smooth as jazz on a Sunday
Don’t worry about the bushes outside
And don’t worry about all the strangers.
Liquor lips and dead fish.
Solar panels and the end of time
Right before my mind, is when the
Rocket will explode.