No roof above the stars

Four walled wonder
Wondering wildly.
How can the walls come down when they hold everything up
Shelter is all around, and not over us yet
Box life up, down: shut the lid
Let the rain crumble concrete, mortar, mud and cardboard
Bring it down, it holds nothing up
No roof above the stars
Our heads looking up.
Tear at the plaster
Scream as the doors are locked up.
Below us a door mat saying welcome
Steps leading up, stairs going nowhere
Where did life go when the four walls walked out
Standing up the wreaking ball that never came.
And only waited for the roof to throw it self against time.

Heart of sand

This castle was built out of a heart full of sand
 This heart it was smashed in a cradle of glass
This glass was a mirror into the world
And the world in turn sent a tide of love and washed the castle away.

Courpse

My feet they are rusting
My heart readjusting
My eyes are opening
My mind is hopeing
My hands are holding
My thoughts revolting
My head is heavy
My arms are tired
My legs retire

Summerland

Rain thunders down on dust dry hills
Echoing, permeating
Through my tin roof shack.
Tall mule deer pose
As the air becomes scented with static.
Buds of only now green weeds turn skyward
Like hungry parched mouths.

Anticipating drought
Creeks now flushed with water
Race toward the Skaha Queen.