No Title For Life

Like the sun as it sets

Bubbles rise

Intoxication as the river runs dry

My room is comfort drenched

As I sit I sink into instant claustrophobia

I saved up all my sins

From the crooked houses and empty grins

And tonight’s the night I cash them in

What is

Is in the world

And what I know

And don’t

Earth is a patch of garden

In the universe of things

Cosmic birds drop their seeds

Sowing life from origins unseen

Walking through golden fields as the cloud’s contrast screams

I contemplate the reality that this may all just be a dream

Juxtaposed impressions on a blue neon lit screen

Sail this baby’s basket down the Nile data stream

She used to look out for me

Before I flew across the sea

Mind feels like paisley

The way oil moves on water

Iridescent train of thought

The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind

But the goodness of a person spreads in all directions

We honor the dead

And abuse the living