fine also soft sands

stirred easily into clouds

the debris called friends.

across the board, cloth

felted finger stealing grime

as I wipe away.

clinging paradox

where letting go bring it close.

-nicer if you’d stayed.

I find a new peace

within pieces connecting

a tapestry’s knot.

I dream coming joy

steaming poppers steps away

well, Silly,  get them!

the bucket brigade

waltzing buckets wiping down

more now accomplished.

spiritual paradox

much doesn’t matter  save spirit

out to reflect it out


day day day…!

parading gems glittering

like litter jewels.

I remember…uh

promising maybes  given

no lived out sans me.

romantic q-tips

feel the ends softly give in




By Starman Jones

Everything and Nothing interests me. I cook read, write and even have to clean. I SHOULD NOTE: I'm 40 something.

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