Poor people in the streets all around me. Begging for change, not asking for money. Change on greater scales. So they can educate themselves, digest some food and pay for bills. Uncomfortable truth. People living like broken convertibles. No roof....

Tomorrow isnebulous at best.A dream of onewho still sleeps.You are alive now.Awake in this freshgreen world.In the planning, weforget to live.Ask the mice and menhow plans go.There are traps andtrivialities that keepyou from carrying on.Funny things happen onthe way...

Passions ignited, I am intoxicated with rage.Eyes enflamed with hellfire and soul enlivened,this firestorm and the whirling clouds of smokeincites both panic and fear within my path.Candlewicks flare up in the heat of my presence,so too, I melt the...