no sense to the noise.
a clamor of neediness.
mind full of whiteout.
infinite vaults
between the pages
books cradle the universe.
the key is your mind.
cherry lips
sweet the taste of love
bursting like little cherries
on your soft red lips.
clanging mind
low sun is shining
and the birds meditating.
my mind a clangor.
tattered thoughts
the quiet corner
piled high with yellowed old thoughts.
drowns me in sadness.
black liquor
the hot black liquor
i cradle in my old hands.
start me for the day.