a pause in between
a pause in between
the rhythmic pulse of movement
a measure of time
a pause in between
the rhythmic pulse of movement
a measure of time
to howl at the moon
is just what this night calls for
with blue moon fever
basking in the night
grace of a cloud covered moon
slowly slips away
feel the humid air
sitting in a warm bart seat
just a little gross
with the evening breeze
the taste of a lightweight blond
sun gives way to night
When the prose will flow
You must flow as the prose do
Sunday afternoon
an epiphany
a deep dark pit of dispair
entering once more
fresh squeezed orange juice
a simple morning delight
double shot chaser
waiting for costco
buy all the things we don't have
just a little more
early bird and worm
the rush and arrive too soon
a quiet morning