Wednesday, August 4th 2004
living in the past
hoping for an illusion
not coping with the present
Tuesday, August 3rd 2004
sleep
eat
play
never noticed
that the air
is pure poison
Monday, August 2nd 2004
hanging in the sky
like a ripe peach
the size of a watermellon
My power animal beckons,
but I prefer safety
and fail to answer.
Sunday, August 1st 2004
No man is an island.
But then again,
no man is a potato chip either.
Trying to outrun the heat.
It catches up with us
when we slow down.