Leaf Me Be

Forget me. I'll just lay here, swooned, being covered over by autumn, left to rot beneath the coming snow.


Ok, I'm over that now. Come sit with me. I've got an apple for your eye.

Single Monk Looking for Cellmate

Dreaming of a romantic partner for a cruise?


We could go back to Staten Island, me and you.


Sit out by the point in Central Park, go up to that gazebo.


Look over the water and see what that sparks.


We could share some nibbles on a bench.

Sound good? I'm your monk.

Sky on my Shoulders

I'd grab some farm-time to sow some wild oats, but there's so much competition from the domestically-grown oats. Sigh.

Vision

Sitting in deep meditation I saw an image of myself and a visitor. I sat and watched the wild-white eyes. Waiting outs its snorts and pawing of of the ground, gradually it settled.


In my ears as I woke was a voice like God: Taming the unicorn takes intention and time.

Jetting

There's something mad-great about spurts. This is a waterpark like thing in Montreal.


It pulses in rhythm like visual music. Forget fireworks. That's medieval china. We're talking valves and pumps!


I'm just out of reach.

Dance Fever

Tropical Themed club


My fans blurred out.

Well, that was a gas.

At the doctor's, I was looking a canisters, noticing none of them would fit under my sweater, even if I was still wearing it.

I was thinking some nitrous oxide could be handy for some social scenes. Party like it's the 1790s.