You, Pontiac boy
Ever-beaconing muscle-car radio
Oldies songs all the way
Turned up
I, Chevy girl
Ever-grasping the volume knob
Ripped it off, tossed it out
My window
Pictured us
Forever grooving, reminiscing
Life-long love song
We’d drive
Tag Archives: Life
Kazoo
I can sleep now
It’s late, or early somewhere and I’ve worn enough sets of eyes for the day
Uncertain eyes
Thankless eyes
Never felt quite right, though
So I got tired eyes
Now all that’s left
Remember whose I am
Then what green-gold glint
Comes fluttering back
Roaring, of course, but of your blinded eyes
Blinding mine
Tired still
The Architects
Our table, looks like life got solved here
Messy
Pretty life
The time we had….
Our table, looks like love was made here
Real
Hungry love
The time we had!
Location: Frank Lloyd Wright Home and Studio; Oak Park, Illinois
Most
unambivalent
there is no one to cry to,
and hope?
hope’s away on summer holiday,
it seems;
but the air today was to die for,
i thought.
my heart felt glad to be alive,
alive, oh!
The Arrival
Announce yourself
Unannounced, if need be
Unlike your father before you
Who never arrived
Announced
Unannounced
Or otherwise
By Design: A Haiku
Music first of all
Time with it and all I Am
Architects the all
Should You Wonder
Space
That game
Of Life
I won
Back in late 1980-something
Which was
To be
For fun
You turned into a federal offense
Hear this
My rules
You’re done
You can no longer share My life
My time
Or be
My Sun
These ingredients