Juicy

It was still dark when I got up. I threw a net around my dreams enlightened the room and left. Shed water in the depth of Earth shadow...

Too young or too old, too hot, no, too cold, too shy or too bold. Too crazy, too boring, too slow in the morning. Too short or too tall.. t

And look: There she is again! Spreading her legs like a lascivious passionate love goddess. Hungry...alluring....seducing you to wildly...

I always wanted to end a Poem with the words: Sunny-side up! Here an attempt... August summer bliss. Oh charming morning warmth. I cannot...

I lived on 60 square meters once, when I was younger which...was decent and felt good for a while. But at some point it felt like too much..

Let's call it a kind of extraordinary strange behavior. I know...though...there are many... but I started it somehow some time: I always...

Split a watermelon Cut half beetroot and tomato Slice thin a carrot, the zucchini ...and hold it towards the dear sun! Oh marvel marvel...

I often thought about a Poem that would end with the line “Mustard would be nice!” Well here it is: There will come a time there will

I saw you - oh yes, I saw your eyes: the quick move, the auto-join scan no worries...we cannot help as odd as it is we all do it meeting at

Juicy! The title of this poem, of this juicy piece is “Juicy” ...and that is what it is all about! What do you feel when you hear it? “Juicy

I love my cactus I rarely water it-him-her it is better for her-him-it it suits his-its-her nature and makes her-it-him soundly thrive I...

I brought the butterfly outside she was in the shower this morning. Must have spent the night in there. She got wet when I turned the...

It is an Icon. It is maybe the godfather of all video games and I so well remember the bulgy heavy automatons in the bars from a long...

Like a crab in a tide-pool of some unnamed rugged sea-weed lichen coast that is how so many souls live their dear lives. Once swelled in...

Two foxes at hunt and courting black Chinese-theater silhouettes early winter-morning silence. Black silhouettes in the soft white rows...

If I had a wish for free and I know that I have If I could choose a profession and I know that I can Then it would be...

If you are sitting like a cat before a mouse-hole sternly waiting for truth to come out your very own unique truth I can tell you, the mouse lives in a well established. If you are sitting like a cat before a mouse-hole, sternly waiting...

I don't know what you see dear Bumbly Bee, buzzing through my room on a sunny mid-morning, dropping a tiny shit on my carpet. I don't know what you see dear Bumbly Bee buzzing through my room...