7/22/20

Ruby Afternoons


Not as spectacular as Texico.
With the ruby afternoons.
Kindness and considerations.
Clean the nerves.
Percussions and riffs.
Horns.

Ocean does its thing always.
Seeking land and humankind.
With magic and sound waves.
And food and speed.
Soft, pastel skies.
Edges.

Stretch out on the white sea sands.
Tune out the talking.
It's mere talk anyway.
Mainly filler and fodder.
Meaningless words.
Junk.

Like Nothing

  Like eating cardboard for days. Like heavy air full of silence. Like a sharp edge of ice. Like a suit hung up in a bag. Like a drooping an...