a zepher spins
"Laka" god of the forest
moves through the trees
wind gusts
swirling
petals of purple
Jacaranda storm
Tanka
stargazing
wall to wall stars
the big dipper
drips comet dust
lighting up
the milky way
Free Verse
like a thief in
the night
synapse sickness
incredible sadness
of bi-polar static
a magnetic pulling
mind thievery, madness
a suspicious nature
trips them up
words coming
from their mouth
can never be taken back
they simmer
eating holes in my soul
