What are we to do
When at the end of each day
Goodbye will not come?

What are we to do
When at the end of each day
Goodbye will not come?


All our words tell me
Is energy’s everything
Said the Sun and I

calls us all, “Darlin’”
so we all think we’re Somethin’
Waterboy Cowboy

Sexy Summer Day
I won’t let you slip away
Not without a fight

no wonder I doubt
the night sky’s sparkle and depth
for he is fleeting
Photo Credit: Tiger R., age 14
Original Thought Credit: “You should know a man seven years before you stir his fire.”
— Charles Dibdin, 1803

There’s much to be said
But I’m not pulling their card
Today or Wednesday

Too much of the wrong
And of the right, not enough
His eyes exiled her

Stand up straight today
Lock your bones back into place
Be ‘bout your business

Sublime, and a crime
Exhaling toxicity
Now how freedom feels
