the lap of luxury
is just a prickly cushion.
hard to get comfy.
spirit
kindly wait
once a millennium
humanity’s soul expands.
waiting for kindness.
life’s moat
flexible schedule.
this is the meaning of life,
or the very hope.
mile high
huffing and puffing
i seek to swallow the world.
one mile at a time.
fwp and me
my first world problems.
don’t they know i hate mustard?
god, what’s wrong with them.
dusty roads
the ink from my pen
wet from the creative mind
while my heart dry dust.