p.s.

p.s. I miss workin' in the yard
ears a buzz after mowing
too much for me to handle.
So much of which I beamed.

Trees, birds scattered
'cross the lawn of augustine,
hands in dirt growing and planting.
Barefoot and happy I was
in the little world I made for me.

Yet I miss the sense of home
my land bred. I am both uplifted,
uprooted, found and in search
of another's world with which to collide.

KOOLAID!

Wanna change my name

to Koolaid. Oh baby the way

it's called with such joy

such passion to consume.

KOOLAID! Orgasmically sweet.

liquid

I’m here hanging

on barely grasping

for air slightly

just wanting to sleep

and dream…

I awoke

I awoke strangely

silent, still, at ease

and without words.

Greed

Urgently
as soon as possible
and if
that be the morrow
next week
the one after
then I am happy with it...
(Though much later
and I may pine.)