a unicycle costs roughly half as much as a bicycle
and that's the first thing that's made sense to me in a while

if there's a way out
why are we so still?

he played a sharp attack on the king's side
but allowed me to exchange pieces

as if throwing stones
was all he should expect


 

what's left to him is fantasy
because he married the girl of his dreams
before he woke up

`

dear Skaaa Dee

this abyss is quite glorious


silent lotus


`

thanks SL
I like that smiling picture of you there.
It suits you.

I just got back from the Dominican Republic
to a foot of snow on an eight car lane way.
In Inuit there are 60 words for the stuff,
Spanish just one.  

hi scott

enjoyed each one of them! also like the title very much!

hope you don't mind if i include one of my own:

The pen is mightier than the sword
it wrote the three little words:
God.

Rashmi, I don't mind at all,
and thanks!

I can't believe I forgot my pen and paper on my holiday.
My mind was in a sunny gear.

depression is cold and white
and has no smell at all

you can shovel it or wait 'til Spring

take a human being and remove all the space
what's left barely fills a thimble
everything else is the memory of you

on a foggy night the neon signs on 52nd street
still pull you in, out of nowhere
even if capital is missing its c
cars hurry and honk memories  

Success and failure
are two extreme poles;
cold.

In between are
warmer climes; I'm
told

the scales hold without dipping.

In search
of perspective
I write on lines
that converge
into a vanishing
point.

he traded character for persnicketiness
a general on his hill

alongside forefathers
and legends

grains and skin
the taste of midnight dew
to his lips  

he sold a real past
for distinction in the digital age