Poems

The sounds of whipping flame in the morning breeze.

Car tires hum across the street above.
The chime of the harbor mouth bell buoy

The puppy fails to grow fast enough for perception.
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The joke of all jokes – an app that burns life into insignificant ashes is named for the old devil who murders the moments.

And the veterinarian loved animals, so she played the part.

And I loved words and signed up for that one.

“But I’ve lost the words to find righteousness in thought, ” I said.

No belief is true. No. Belief. Is. True. Even this one.

You are everywhere at once.

You are as far as I can imagine.

Co-create the imagining, but don’t force it. Let it come. Your circumstance is ideal.

Your dying days are paradise.