Things grow in the shadows


“Teens charged with murder”
The inevitable pace

Fire creeping around a log
Morning light trough
The basement window

Competitive worshiping
Judging the love

No mission

I am not your
nuts and berries

I cannot make new life

Things grow in the shadows
We can explore them
Together

We can mold the darkness
Like mud in the bog

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I’ve been seeing things Out of the corner of my eye


I’ve been seeing things
Out of the corner of my eye

when I look it’s gone
When I focus it’s not there

A lazy soul

So many cops
So many churches
So many t-shirts
So much pasta

Constantly rehearsing
Acceptance speeches

Launching arrows
a sea of bees

Genghis Khan clouds
The indirect approach

An army of donuts
Lead by a lion

The brass ring
Is in your nose

A dry erase board
A bag of records

Working with friends
Is such a good idea

The burning cold