Friday, April 30, 2010

Peeled Banana Hearts

Ahhh... my providence,
she comes within my choices to keep the ol' beeter open on the bus

Like a golden ray of beer into your principle recesses...
these windows school me
as i keep them open

While each is but a moment,
eclipsing alongside the clouds

but where is god?

He keeps skipping from my moments
into others I'd never planned...
does he want me to change
as he shades us with his mood?...
like the changing art's of lights and shadow
as our minds make mountains out of molehills.