let the last slivers of the sunlight burn away your misgivings....

yummers.

oh, taqueria.
these lovely aromatics
ensnare my hunger....

haiku.

balance a rhythm.
let it find its own center.
things will hold from there....

shared mind.

we are both thirsty.
this water jug is empty.
we will have to wait....

isn't it a construct?

just can't find the time.
like it fell from my pocket.
just need to make it....

like it's 1994.

forget how to breathe.
try to remember your name.
close your eyes again....

forward ever. backwards never.

skip to the good part.
don't mess with that boring stuff.
go bruise your knuckles....

moaning grateful bellows.

rain dappled cloud beams.
gusts of windstorm following.
bitter grapefruit face....

lobby boy.

it's the waiting game.
where you either win or lose.
it all just depends....