Leaving Train

The words that go unspoken

On the color of the sun

And the coolin' air, or the evening shade

And the last tail light, on a leaving train

And I won't come back again.

Coin Toss

Then I spent a long time thinking...

...about the ones the wolves pulled down.

Pure

                                               

Portland

For one quick weekend

For the time being

Find that place...a small patch of grass becomes an open field, a garden becomes a farm, a couple pebbles to a mountain...

 take a breath and trick yourself.

Leftover parts from apes and monkeys

Using sharpened tools instead of hotplates

                    
                       Your thumb and forefinger supposed to show you're not a wild beast

                                       You can hear their noises at night time

They don't have to keep a certain bedtime

See in the shapes of my body



Leonard Rd.

Don't interfere with something that ain't botherin' you none.

                           

Through the Compound Eyes of a Butterfly

morning time

these ones are also tasty

but I don't love to share this place

it's getting dark now

getting full

I know I am close

to home

Duncan Falls from the Sky

And onto the forest floor...