the small heart bursts forth
with enthusiastic dreams.
making the world best.
Archives for July 2018
lay lies
all the world a sigh.
caught up in questioning why.
sipping on chilled lies.
smoking mirror
in the olden days
we told stories about life.
now smoke and mirrors.
jazz matazz
they’re banging the drums.
they’re screeching in my ears.
damn, i love this jazz.
sandy sleep
heavy is sleep’s weight
like a sisyphean rock.
trapped by coarse sandmen.
common cents
money’s quite funny.
for men whose days are sunny.
i still can’t find sense.