the man on the grift
with drifting morality.
thirty coin pieces.
Haikus
jester’s moat
all joking aside,
we are but motes in god’s eyes.
and yet, still i jest.
through the forest and the trees
you suck in the air.
i hear the drawing breath
it’s taken with care.
this life you’ve been living.
the journeys you’ve taken
the fate you’ve been given.
you’re skin soft as cream.
the topography of years
written on your face like a dream.
the twang of the sinew.
the vibration of consciousness
the song that’s within you.
the world we’ve been looking for.
through the thorns and bushes
looking behind closed doors.
my friend and my lover.
you’ve come to me for cover
and i’ll hold onto you forever.
life strafing
from start to finish
life is riddled with puzzles.
the meaning of strife.
fiction friction
the creative mind
paints landscapes i can not leave.
my fictional friends.
view from the top
the earnest human
takes the loneliest journey
with the best of views.