Fine Whines

all’s poetry: fleas

pornography pee silly

we divinity

Games Aim

beneath between words
so much is heard communing’s
playing here ’n seek

Nothing To Fear Raised By Friends Dear

tragedy transcend
torture death purify be
comedy uplift

We're World

cell's earth

breath's air

blood's seas

sight's sun

whirl us

fun one

Nice Spice

Nice Spice

attacking me for

not being perfect can be fun

done to perfection

Words Heal Soles

hearing words as songs

our bodies dance making some

conversation flow

Fun Suns Through Blues

asking warring
selves who they are
what they fight for
how to stop war
helps battle fields
become cleared fields
where air earth sky
flow to new “I’s”