A headless match is still a stick,
The crowd scattered soon as the singer began to scat.
We ponder whether over yonder all the grass is greener, despondent that our…
I phoned a phony the other day, his phonetics exiting the kinetic barrier, his pitch high enough to catch the clouds…
POETRY
Look up And reach for the skyYou gonna see BlueGreenRed in your eyes
~after Beck