The dull droning of the air Conditioner blends sweet Chemicals through my hair. We all just want the American Dream, but shouldn't the cost cause us to care? Whats enough? Enough to fill A tank of gas or buy Her a round of shots? Enough for rings And shiny things, Or how about robots? From … Continue reading The American Dream
The sultry night hung heavy, Like moist towel smothered air, Neighbors snuggled tenderly, No chance of a bugaboo scare. My city snored while I wrote, Until a melody danced to my ear. "An insect symphony!" I'd rapturously dote. Nature soothes... if only you could hear.