Watermelon Snow

Hi, Watermelon Snow.You’re here for summer.Sweet, fruity snow. As sticky as brown honey.Too sweet to feel unhappy, when you’re ’round.When real snow wins over, I don’t want to know.For now – the world is fun, the world is funny.And bees are making singing summer sounds.

Electric Sky

Lights going off in my room. The play’s over.Sky’s now lit up. And electric reality starts.Sky is now bruised. Let the rain-leaves become healing clover.Clouds dance, as if there’s a party of damp, weeping hearts.I’m not invited. I’m inside. I’m out of their circle,Sitting alone at the screen and just reading some Joyce.Rain seems toContinue reading “Electric Sky”

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