My mind is gone.
It's lost again.
All the heat
has warped my head.
No Air Conditioner,
bedroom 102 at 12 pm.
God, what a few days
which seem like an eternity.
32 degrees warmer than our
collective averages, for the
month of June, makes zero
sense. Global warming?
Probably so, still does not
make sleepless nights, OK.
Don't mean to whine or
carry on but how do you
plan for this weather
aberration? Tomato plants
with leaves curled and withered
sends this man into a dither.
The flower garden is taking a big
hit as there isn't enough water
to keep it from evaporating.

A dead branch
amongst the leaves,
is gray in color,
contrasting with hues
of reddish-purple,
Japanese maple tree.

What does it mean
when you say, "Born Free?"
Is it free to all,
or just to thee?
An entitlement for some
but not for citizens, all,
removes the neighborly trust,
for one and for all.
Why should we care,
for this, when you are to be
disadvantaged, economically

The smell of Sage,
from brush, blue-green;
an aroma, so good,
it can overcome your sense.
The smell of heated wood,
fills the air, as the Sun
beats down, on Sagebrush land.

Leaves swirling under tree,
an occasional Hornet,
visiting flowers.

Trying to create words
without inspiration
is as if making a new
kind of aberration.

Grey is the light
of an approaching Dawn.
Dew is the sparkle
on the grassy lawn.

Write all the words,
uncertain they are.
Write them down now,
both near and far
away in this World
and what it must be,
of all the lies,
bordering on idiocy.
Slink back to the shadows,
don't come out into the light.
Stay where you're huddled,
if you don't want to fight.
Lie after lie is the untruth,
which you now see,
but don't except the answers,
for you are crazed like me.

It's a knotty mess
of rope or line.
Don't call it naughty
or a large twine
for it's a rope.
not a fishing line.

Black as night.
Light of day.
Blue of sky
White of clouds.
You've gone away,
To see the World,
A joy to thee,
Recalling memories
Of our history.

There isn't any concept of time,
on any given day,
except to ask of me,
"What are we doing today?"