
A Few More Short Poems
Dreams float in the sea
Distant lands and trees of green
are ever pondered
Are we clay to be found and played,
Sins of metal hold fast in the storm;
The stone in your way is one you've made.
The birds sing bright words
Their death reaches the far depths
Death is life, life is death
The roads in the tree
lead nowhere, and everywhere
Seek them out, and see
Coal and oilsmoke,
Gods and idiots fulfill dreams
The stars speak; nothing