We are sacred and safe only while we resist the digital dungeon, the library of all that is known, the brain of the enigma.
He was perfectly strange, this stranger was. He was smart and elegant and courteous. He was different and complementary. We fit like jigsaw puzzle pieces.
The beautiful brown of the brush below the tree The tree whose leaves were once upon green Lies bare yet wears layers of wisdom Gifted
When insomniacs dream, it is in complete lucidity We see the airbrushed edges of the chiseled world And we fixate on the creativity hidden in
A plastic cup in cartoon clothes Holds goldfish to the brim Mom picks one from the top and makes it fly Airplane noises and spitting
two identical thoughts developed in isolation on two different hemispheres identical in structure yet paradoxical in course two identical thoughts fueled by very different
As useless as a cheesecake Covered in raspberry sauce Eaten on your birthday Once more around the stars As useless as a dollar Given as
Life on the road may not be easy, but then again, why should it be? It must be chewable; something flavorful to swallow and digest;