Every teardrop wasted

There’s a little girl
With long brown hair, in the
Corner of my soul
Sitting with her head on her knees
Weeping with heart-wrecking sobs
For the tyrannical wars, and the starvation, the
Abandoned babies and the unloved teenagers
The wasted food and the heartbroken parents
And I keep hoping that
One day she’ll stop weeping
And do something

Blurred

I want to paint the human soul

From the bungee leap into a raging rapid

And tasting flower nectar

To the violent death of your first tooth

Dancing on crevices, an eye-locking obsession

This artwork spanning mountains and valleys

Backward cartwheels and a gold watch in your pocket

I want my soul to paint the universe

Satiety

There was succulent ripe freshly picked grapes

And hot smoking wholesome bread

Pots of tender well-spiced meat

Vegetables to melt in your mouth

Laid decoratively on a gilded table

Tasteful high-backed chairs and sterling plates

But they stood awkwardly with no appetite

For all I could provide. I smiled and showed them out

Closed the doors, and returned to bed

Run

Interpret the waking

in terms of

the dream

Iroquois

Hey there's a bunny...

The idea of time
Is like
Catching raindroplets
In a Sieve

And admiring how
They get caught

Glistening, In between

The holes, until gravity

Claims them