My mind is a time machine.
May is green and pink and red.
And some days constipated thoughts clog the day.
She is a smile in the dark.
Daffodils are yellow trumpets of spring.
A trim and tan bikini clad Aphrodite.
The moon blows kisses to the evening primrose.
I have a full time job you seeIt involves getting up each morning
Gray and overcast sky hovers above Seeming ready to drip it’s woes on us
Like nations in a world warThe dark sky throws lightning