All-seeing eye peers into space
ether or escape hatch from “the” race.
blue sky peachy-keen hypnotic.
image-ridden mind flight exotic.
Fantasy abounds where sunshine reigns.
Blissful muses dream cloud fast lanes.
Night rain
I walk the beat up streets
Autumn mud
Has marred my walking trance
I see each one
They all seem glad
And no one here
Seems old or gray
Back to work
I find my tools dropped
I spin and polish
Then take a rooftop glance
What kind of friend
Would lead me out this way?
Well, he’s not here
And wouldn’t show me anyway
