SpringNova blog

after an early morning's late return
clear shower-water falls, warming me

like a song about the west indian rainy-scape,

i stare at tiles going vertically with a horizontal glare
and ever so slightly raised eyebrows--lifting through broad, tight shoulders...

although, it certainly is only for a little while longer until harmony falls into thee, destined to become pee and leave, only to return again like the urges to eat and sleep.

as the world looks on in wonder at the pity of what any could think of as their kind only...so consider "thinking" to be the lowest form of intelligence on the planet not-so earth much more.

hey, i'm light to water as blood is to cosmic burn...

when did a non-incorporated approach become a sin,
was it when inc.s replaced the church's role to hand down verdict
like an enraged zoo baboon bouncing on its bars?

keep it to yourselves, vidal sassoon suburbanites

happening to be upon spirit airline's flight last nite,

where my long face was too much for their critique

of what's perhaps beyond any conceding mystic's reach--

like that of an alley cat upwelling
 a midnight's mist from its furry back
with nothing more to spitout,

among thoughts of what
happens next, under
watching's pure
glance.

j.a. knolls