Thursday, August 5th 2004
my head's a magnet
for all kinds of
flying nuisances
Wednesday, August 4th 2004
living in the past
hoping for an illusion
not coping with the present
Tuesday, August 3rd 2004
attention ! deep flying birds crossing.
could be a useful sign post
on mountain bike trails
instincts used
to take lifes
between meals
sleep
eat
play
thoughts,
so different from mine.
affecting me, even more
never noticed
that the air
is pure poison
Monday, August 2nd 2004
back again, life in luxury:
called a friend, stroked my cat,
played my bass
a glimmer of light
unrecognized, in darkness, by most
acknowledged, bright as the sun, by friends
hanging in the sky
like a ripe peach
the size of a watermellon