Night

Moon yellow street lamp

shines in my window

works as a substitution

for dreaminess

Non-Scripted

I am thirsty
I am tired
May my thirst
be supplanted
sprouts
rise

Gods’ Temple

Agate in black

twirling universe

perfection

We mudded it up

now we can’t get

back

Polar ice caps

melting methane

bubbles

Always looking

never satisfied

dead

Ah, Dust

It is a cloud we breathe
as it weaves the planet
stirring up debris

So much debris the
planet is overwhelmed
our home soon obliterated

I hear thunder booming
sky dark

Family

They were here

now they’re there

taken by the sea

or so it seems

no one noticed

anything

Dry

It grays the sky

fire and smoke

ashes down

below smolders

Discount

I must discount

so many things

to feel happiness

yet happiness 

abides despite misery

it lives in the heart