the fingers twisted
like gnarled branches of a tree.
slave to soul’s music.
war paint
in the naked time
there is great love of mankind.
written in red paint.
spies and lies
my eyes do surmise
a slowly slipping demise.
puppets full of lies.
ever loving truth
so much can be found
in the spaces between us.
like the loving truth.
snow there
the hare made a dare
i couldn’t survive winter.
but i did, so there.
user error
a journey that’s long
can be heartbreaking or fun.
depends on user.