This old house

There’s no one out here, yet there’s flowers that bloom and valleys that roll and rivers that flow into the never-ending seas we can go there just you and I the empty halls echo sounds of past long gone and the light dances with the dust of feelings unsettled between you and I you make

Green slice of heaven

Maybe when I’m bedridden one day I’ll remember the days when I could move and do whatever I wanted to do; go out in nature, be active, ride my bicycle through the off roads. Lay in the fields, be as naked as I could be Let the air kiss and lick my salty skin; so

Tune that I would’ve never chosen

I can’t believe I’m hearing this same old tune again. How long has it been, like twenty-some years? Is this what it’s like being old now? My, how I’ve grown… into something no less different. Blank eyed and coming of age, sitting in the car and looking out the car windshield; I once watched my

What’s worse?

Goofy tree

Look sweetheart, my life is fked up and I’m pretty much a mess, but look at me! All goofy and funny, hanging low and smiling with a missing buck tooth and with raggedy old baggy pants on. Can’t you see? I’m dyin, but I’m smiling All for you, and all for me, sweetheart.

End of blossom season

Catch me at the end of my blossom season. I’m still young, still viable, still lovable, take me Completely Before I turn too shrewd, too dry, to dust