miercuri, 3 septembrie 2014


The waiting is putting me
In deep meditation and back to no world...
The blue grass,
The green skies,
The pink fluffy bunnies
Are all there to dance around me?
Or they traded jobs…
With the wolf?!

Gracious angel stated
That the voracious quill defected;
So, to replenish it all
Into the dragon lair we went
And golden wool we spent
Was for the filoplume quill
To be forged anew…
By the wolf!

The dragons I left in the kitchen,
Smoking weeds with granny,
Played cards and bones
Without Mrs. Jones;
While Red Riding Hood makes a bed cover
Out of the huntsman's pelt…
For the wolf?