spades

small chills ::.: bones
winter enters the feet
exits the beast!
the one eyed jack seeks
the old spade king
eats and eats-
digging deeper with his spade
flat on the end.
burns peat
           fortunes make
gold & friend
              fat that rends
half red cent
              hard felt hats
returned presents

grey. my saddest days
sometimes alone and angry with
wet eyes.  who can blame me
    is life always interesting
in a nice way?
   who can blame anyone
for feeling shame instead of joy
shit.  now the behinds of my ears smell funny:

Sunset

I wish the sunset would never end
  eternally dropping without hitting bottom
  casting the warmth of yelloworangebluegreen
  on unblinking eyes that experience life through the world
  felt touched by something that radiates
Like the giant octopus
  through the small gaps in great minds.