pen strokes stop a hundred tiny lines blank canvas Advertisements
mountains are walking no nature is buddha nature river palaces
Lift up a glass To the pain in my ass: Have a tawdry affair Filled with mayhem & despair. But, what of dessert? Something scrumptious Full of hurt. Something noxious? For certitude. Ignorance? Deeply imbued. Indifference? My gratitude. What shall we name it? I’ve an idea– Love? Overvalued.
silent pond mirror shine unbreakable –reflection–
walking alone through woods rivers birds bees never alone
stone drop stone sunk ripple ripple ripple silent water
cat scratch fever mad now–bash her brains in–bored now heave-ho then leave her