a soft sorrow falls
doors closed as dying eyes would
no wreath or flower

a soft sorrow falls
doors closed as dying eyes would
no wreath or flower
night time clouds and skies
crisp breeze California style
tonight look inward
mid day liquor store
sun ablaze wearing gold dress
i sit on milk crate smoking break
from unemployed day
boys girls tourists from Detroit
camera filters flashes and lens
they think im something
but im really nothing more than
a puffer of rings up the sky
beside two buildings
average thoughts baseball innings
hamburger helper bowls
gas prices and cheap strip shows
when they bore of shiny Hollywood
back to hotels and premeditated meals
my arms crossed behind my head
laying on fire escape
conversing with blue moon’s older sister purple moon Hendrix
freedom of the love
to open the heart as wide as hers
to shower the earth with golden light
some of us have given up
some of us will still get up
and some of us rejoice
with the hope all is well
just a few moments more
i will wait silent
body heavy with living
my head yet holds up
with equal amounts of tears
just as many crooked smiles
almost
midnight
lipstick
gone
cigarette
smoke
melody
doo doo doo
*happy birthday Lou hope heaven is perfect and smack Andy and Dr. Seuss on the ass for me
eyes still sleepy
stiff coffee steam
outside ghost droplets
peek into windows
of careless dreamers
still life kitchen
soul stare bright
today no pain
just gray scale
melodies down below
rise like sun
shine my ghost
away rest now
lillies soon grow
fog ghost soul
evaporate into sky
a little time passed
the hyacinth whispers low
peace wind in my hair