Soft rain falls through a veil:
Gray fog rising from the earth
To hide skyscrapers.
Odd Little Poem
Apple bees and honey trees, sugar from the earth.
If you see what I see, then you know you’ll never be hurt.
Netella trees and Rice Crispy dreams leave my stomach in a twirl.
Melon seeds and poppy leaves, tell me how it works.
I see the need and have the dream, to help you with your cause;
But lazy deeds and ills conceived, trap life in its work.
Dirty brushes comb tangled hair, the pain is at the root.
But root canals and funny sounds, have nothing to do with earth.
