Call Me Cute.

I have a musical heart

it sings

and you hear it

through my gaze.


there is always a song to sing,

always a piece to be composed.

i wear the music outside of myself

as well,

but I don’t say it

because I do not verbalize all things.


And now you are curious,

and I am curious,

and I am vain,

and your efforts are in vain,

and I walk tall,

and sit short,

and smile big,

and live large,

And take frequent naps.


August, 2016 Signal Hill.

What A Non_Interest

I would not like to
Live in the clouds.
I have felt clouds in
San Francisco_
They are cold and wet.

What I do not like:
1. Being any kind of cold
2. Unexpectedly being & staying wet

The clouds are so high.
So away from Earth
But still on Earth.
Still a makeup of Earth.
Would I feel?
Being so alone and surrounded
By emptiness,
Would I feel?
I know that
When I am in the ocean
In sand
In a tree,
I feel.
Maybe it is a matter of
Fear of
What I do not know
It just does not interest me.
Maybe to touch but not to stay.

In the sky August, 2016