My coffee and donuts phase

a french woman , a girl singing a french song amused me more than once that white hot moon refuses ...

7:17 am sitting up in bed well rested no yawns a deep sleep not one stretch needed maybe , it ...

travelling back to once upon colors brighter cotton lighter songs in my head predictably happy a busy wednesday chatting with ...

life mysterious who what where when and why examined poked and prodded bought and sold its ok to touch neither ...

too tired to think but not ponder miles away alone on my porch a stone's throw from the 805 freeway ...

edges fidgeting energy drawn lazy fight to capture a song love when bees made honey reflections those ones fleeting still ...

prayers no our fathers hail marys simply simple pleas , for as i grow old of mind and bones give ...

streaks of blond across her forehead sunbrown brown skin rock-n-rollin latina smiling big n bright eyes competing she's travelling back ...

a thirst for water beckons not as vast as the ocean streams , brooks creek beds of the type i ...

Somethings changed... dreams of the sorts you dream about have silently swept back into my head taking space where nothings ...

what works for me doesn't always work for me or should i say society mondays moves already a crick in ...

sunlights bright fridays night lights brighter air denser voices clatter spotlights few movement pace collide noise intoxicating shimmer on her ...

bad or good understood misunderstanding beloved lauded applauded buried not dead alive let the grass grow taller not smaller closer ...

red lips blue skies more hellos than good byes

talking to strangers saying no carefully choosing my vocabulary words opening doors what's in store my difficulty friday where it's ...

sandals boots running sneaks walk by stand in line my seat just fine prefer a bar stool but not going ...

feeling ever so light lately and can't quite describe it a little less weight comfort finding me everyday somewhere thinking ...

clocks n watches time deadlines what is it good for probably lots of things but it's friday don't work til ...

an incessant beat thumping a boy and his drum the numbers add up burning a hole to the bone buried ...

bring stained glass and a breeze no black party dress or hosiery wear something bright and comfortable forget mom's pearls ...