Poppy

The poppy seed child, Lay her seed, There she lay, Under mid-afternoon sun, Water can in hand, Sun hat a drift on the breeze, Blowing her seed across the field, To lay and land and grow. As she grew older, The pavers came, Laying brick upon brick, Of yellow solid gold, Leading to the far…

World Tree

Grown up, many directions, Practicing digression, pushed into decisions, Needless violence, harassing words, Destiny in the back ground, Visions of the future haunting me, Pushing through hazy rooms, Hotboxing all the whips, Blue lights flashing up the mirror, Colors whipping across the mirror, Dropping King down rabbit hole, Eating shrooms like Alice, Growing 10 by…

Morning Coffee: #3 Madre

Sitting quietly by my desk this morning I turned on some easy listening music. Slowly settling into the groove I slid out the construction paper and chalk. Casualy daydreaming about childhood memories of my Madre. I love her and often think of her sweet voice and smile. My beautiful Madre. Your tower was long ago…

HER GAZE

She caught my eye with her beautiful eyes, Ablaze with the fire of life, Her ambition glaring through those deep brown eyes, Catching my spirit in her snare.