Dripping icicles;
chilly shards run down my spine—
my whiskey blossoms.
Seasonal feels
Category: Unplugged
Survival of the sensible
The street smart artist—
soul on lowly alleyways;
body in high-rise.
Master of all
Looks down from above,
smiles at lake below—contained;
from above, smile clouds.
Unappreciated
Turn away my friend—
the world’s selectively blind;
ignore ignorance.
Escapade
Into roaring sky—
as a fly, fly away friend,
free yourself from ties.
