tripping along
tripping along familiar grooves worn too smooth from use or tumbling down another round from dusk to dawn again a slick impulse...
rusted out
a single strand of rusted barbed wire tacked to an old gray fence post and broken off on both ends hangs suspended...
until it’s gone
we treat all life so cheaply until it’s gone and then with head’s bowed appropriately down for all the world to see...
out like a whisper
i words afraid to whisper in a lover’s ear (for fear of the fool lurking deep within us all) so by proxy...
nothing in it *
with your feet in the air and head on the ground try this trick start spinning your self might collapse because there’s...
still the monkey
if infinite monkeys tapping away on computer keys can’t possibly create the works of sir william no matter how many random sequences...
down (to this)
if i could distill all true teachings down to just one word (or possibly two) that might ease your troubled mind it...
far below
with feet in the air my head is swimming through clouds soaring above this life which i struggled to know and down...