my heart knows no bounds
to the depths of life’s sadness.
but the soul has hope.
Archives for January 2016
quiet riot
the tented pricked ear
listens for the sounds of night.
but death is quiet.
mouse got your tongue
it’s complicated
the dance between the sexes.
like cats chasing mice.
fat queen
gray fur on four legs
batting eyes in hopes of food.
i see fat tummy.
mountain man
steady uphill climb
puts temperance in the slog.
for the mountain top.
gang bankers
the golden handcuffs
that would make houdini proud.
bankers are gangsters.