Life Out of Line with Time
Turning T-I-M-E into L-I-F-E can devowel/devour;
distorting synchronicity, imploding TM without exit plan E;
Sow mind once again threads letters into words; stringing together this g-ar-men-t; some will see men art, others gr (angry) meant
Living bodies like ‘God’ glass jars! With different shapes/products; but all containers for… mind and spirit? Recycled when empty?
Life’s a bad idea, could cost you dear,
better let pass by, like sleeping dogs lie, or birds fly;
sky high solo unconscious halo
Cloudy daylight, without star in sight;
for some spring chickens, first flight;
Earth distributes dew, oiling engine of flew crew
Summer 2020 is dying in front of me: green leaves leaving only a memory; trees yellowy/orangey, or already undressed of luminosity
When I die and if skin rots away, I’ll be white skull uncomplaining about decay; but if sky heaven’s not white it’ll bring dismay!
If you can DARE READ, you have passed the anagram test for MY books; which will hopefully make you feel DREA-MY! MyOhMy; Ode2Fly!!
If I had to count every drop of rain I think it’d drive me insane, like helping every human in a world intent on inflicting pain!
Bees among blackberries day before a long spell of cold rain forecast I felt for them; like their reaper; but they showed no fear!
I don’t want to CON, and have CON-TEMPT for those who do, but I’ve never hidden my desire to TEMPT readers; without misleaders!