When you’re loving, you’re happy,
and when you’re not
you’re not
When you’re loving, you’re happy,
and when you’re not
you’re not
Was he actually reading
the things we gave him?
Could he still read?
He shouldn’t be driving,
that was clear.
She mashed the kale
into the pot,
and steam rose,
sucked by the vent.
Rocks and pools and
the weather they make.
No one else knows.
Are self-evidently, irresistibly
superior
and thus will prevail
Love be our light
A fireman came
to get the cat
out of the tree of my mind.
I thanked him.
That would be a poem
Who is fencing in or out
what I may ask or don’t
I didn’t mean to be mean!
Please, my soul
has gotten rotten.
Help me, Lord,
to heal it true.