…hesitation…
this box of crayons
has sat for years unopened
perhaps it’s time now…
but i am afraid,
since i’ve grown older, to find
they have all turned gray
this week’s topic at one deep breath is color. for me, the quintessential physical expression of color is a big box of crayola crayons… which i had a bajillion of when i was younger (believe me, the cheap-o dollar store generics don’t even compare). i don’t play with crayons much anymore. i wonder if maybe that’s one of the problems with adults these days.
…regret…
i am the true voice
the one haunting memories
when worlds have shattered
…copulation of stars (6-8-6)…
gravitate toward me
the fiery collision will
create new galaxies
…economy of faith…
missions may bring hope
to some and fear to others
each prayer has a price
…a sad missive…
rain hits the window
creates patterns, but i can’t
read angelic script
…a factoid ’bout me…
just for your info
i’m very quick to anger
and i hold grudges
…a single chick’s biggest lie…
don’t tell me you want
a ‘nice guy’ and then date all
the losers you find.
…probable cause…
today i just don’t
feel like smiling – the music
must be too quiet
…words of the anti-buddha…
the gods will create
but you and i will suffer
to each their purpose
…when asked at the weight watcher’s meeting…
‘i’ve followed program!’
but the chocolate wrappers
say that i’m lying.
…maturing and growing up…
before my breakfast
cereal was lucky charms
now its cookie crisp
…business-babble phrase: fourth quarter ‘06…
‘capture revenue’ -
sucking every last penny
for each little thing
…joy of capitalism…
extol greed’s virtues
hammer it into staffs’ heads
nature of business
