are you speaking about you?
again
leaving...i'm

trailing off again as usual
SPEECHLESS

D.C.
freedumb

what's your story? what's your dream?

like two stereo speakers on the brink of shallow
i'm ready.

Read me...

coffee.
seed of my existence
envelope me once again
your bounty is endless, take me
... our skin tones match

Time for a blast from the past. SEE ALSO: Alpha The Great Archives

New York…
The abdomen of coolness
The fetus of self-expression
The fingernail of exposure

I am not sure you get my sense of humor
I am not sure you get my sense of style

This is your life
And it’s in that café
And it’s on its way
And it’s words that you say…leading
Greeting
Succeeding
Its end.

You pass by a star
It winks
You blink
It thinks
This is who you are.

And they tell you you’ll be something some day
Some
Day
Well, I’m something today.
TOO day.
And it’s in that book
And it’s all they took
And it’s in every nook
Life.

So you glance at it,
When you should be stowing it away
SORRY, NO MORE ROOM ON THIS CARGO SHIP
So it wastes
And it tastes
And it bastes
Life. So you let it go, and it shows…
catch.
Or else it depletes
You reap
It seeps
Life… it is.
Life… this is.
yours.

Ever conscious of the world beyond
Whistle she does
That old familiar song

Girl with the tan skin, smiling.

Tiptoeing through the cries of rose petals
Tethered feathers? Her eyes see more than twists.

An eyelash she bats, another one is out of the park,
Fly call
She’s dancing.

Girl with the tan skin, smiling.

One day someone will write about her
She’ll follow his dreams,
eScape her web address might read
wrong
view her, she’s on to Something
but Something is still looking for an agent.

Unscathed, she breathes another ocean…


but today she’s just the Girl with the tan skin, smiling.

I took a walk
Or maybe a walk took me
The night zephyr rang
I followed
I wallowed


What is life?

That existence over there, yes, that one
I pinched a tree
To see if it was dreaming
It laughed.
A hundred rings, and still no one picks up

So I constantly contemplate
My lifeboat’s energy
Ships sail’s on sale, markdown

Dug out from the form, in my shape

Seedless. Endless. Bountiful.

In love with words, and pregnant with truth
Another trial run

Does this demo ever begin?

…and that’s what we call it.

Life left a message, too busy to take it? (dial tone)