brown leaves on the ground
brown leaves on the ground
following the season's turn
generation crunch
brown leaves on the ground
following the season's turn
generation crunch
summer in a jar
artificial fireflies
front porch evening
early morning muse
tickled by an unseen force
sipping morning tea
butterfly passes
soaking in mellow sunlight
the chaotic path
drifting of the leaves
picnic under the blossoms
a ray of sunshine
enveloped by fog
to get lost in hazy light
the taste of lightning
drown in self pity
the plight of the fourty five
sad narcissism
the fucking nazis
cancer on society
ever vigilant
with the task now joined
and the plans carefully planned
time to shave a yak
a spark in our bones
and rise on our wings of flame
possibilities