MosesPeach

Holy Shit, It's July already.

Carry On.

-s.

Yeah.

The new swimsuit I ordered arrived in the mail today.

So, that's why it's 60 and raining.

In case you wondered.

-s.

A childs laugh.

translucent
cream rice paper
and pink tissue.

evanescent

a sound recalled
a glimpsing memory

effervescent
soda bubbles
on the nose.


the morning bells
after the longest of
dark nights.

calling me home.

-s.

Labels: poetry

In regards to the new pregnancy tests that
actually say 'Pregnant' and 'Not Pregnant' in digital format :

If you are so fucking stupid that you can't figure out a plus or minus or even 1 line versus 2, then you are too fucking stupid to have a child.

So. Stop.

The end.

-s.

Labels: effluvia

Prophets in
pink floral
stand in disregard & cowboy hats
made of
straw & assumptions

feeding on
half truths
and misinformation.

the collective
return is
a malaprop
of current
events

hidden
behind hawaiian hyacinths
is a confused speaker

of
yesterdays ideas
and
todays technologies.

-s.

Labels: poetry

I am
by nature

a nomad.

The need to
travel with the
wind is strongest
in spring.

Restless.

I am antsy
I am fidgeting.

In my chair, I fight the
need
to go with river
and be the flood.

They are burning
the fields.

An Oklahoma rain dance.
The farmers smoke us
to
bring on
the drenching downpour.

Like the burning
of the sage and tobacco
smudges.

Its a silent
prayer to the harvest
god
from the restless and
tired.

It intertwines in a nomad's
hair.
And wraps around a traveler
to keep them rooted
in one place.

Shackles on a wanderer.

Moving gauzey sky.
Running away so fast.
I can't keep up
to stay grounded.

Labels: poetry

It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.
Aristotle


Of those who say nothing, few are silent.
Thomas Neill

Labels: effluvia