Poem 1

Fresh Ice
Glazing Eyes

Seek me for the moon
You will not reap a spoon

It is the notion that we live
It is the potion that we gargle

Oh what is that stirs my soul so that the night will never come
Drinking tea is fine


Before embarking on a journey


Cat hair can be toxic -Swordfish


Hail the cook...He controls our life.
That is right. OUR LIFE.

We are the same being.
Caught up in a cyclone of spiritual being.

Sit and listen.

We will all be gone shortly.

-Bruce Call 2008