It vacillates back and forth

turning air particles into

dream Jell-O

I’m drowning in my sleep

The fields were full of mosquitos

they turned to jelly

hitting the teeth of my horse

Hold it!

Stop licking them off!

I need those bugs

the blood is the life:

pulsing each atom



Air is the life


Life is the life


Dear Bob Ross,

you taught me so much more

than painting to kiddies on PBS.


which enlightens our world

the sincerity of happy trees

and peaceful lakes

leaves turning as we grow.


the nectar of life

and gobble it whole

ALL the oil paint!

I don’t need no stinking oils.

(which must be why I love them)

I relentlessly seek comfort.

It’s O.K.


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