This constant search and agreement that the road carries on.
This bond with nature is bittersweet.
A constant gnawing.
A scratching at an evergreen door.
And, the earth fine as elderberry wine.
Another indulgence that never quite wets…my lips.
Such a drunkard am I!
I drink in the rainbow of flavors with a guzzle…not a sip.
An inebriated understanding…I am so small.
Mother Nature, the only beverage I drink in.
A seduction to which it is certain…I will fall.
On the turf, a coconut Slush puppy.
Receding from any new insults.
Melting with no specific rhythm…no sound.
Leaving in its aftermath…
summer’s last attempt of spreading debris at the base of a hump back tree.
Plastic Nation…this is it.
This is what we die for.
More, more, more.
Where Will Your Plastic Trash Go Now That China Doesn’t Want It?
Autumn has gone too soon
The fall, harsh as, breaking glass.
Air is porcelain with nature’s anger.
Curious as to why it is we keep provoking her?
‘Cause there is no new frontier…
We have got to make it here!
You call some place paradise…
kiss it goodbye.’
broken bits of a song…
every time I’ve heard it sung…
there is no admittance for my wrongs.
even in the midst of a rural confession
good time notions are interrupted by the footprints I have left on the ground
I am ignorant in the dirt… of any lesson