I try and stay away from the grass, I try and yet it calls to me.
Visual metaphors for headaches? Why thank you cactus, don’t mind if I do.
Next life, I will learn the math that creates these patterns. Pine cone scales.
The ribbons of fall.
Cactus thorns have feelings too.
Silhouette of my neighborly palm tree. One of my pals, hereabouts.
Like light calls darkness, hopelessness must call hope.
White whale? Who said anything about a whale? And look how skinny that pole is, whale my butt.
Everybody loves streetlamps.
I need you.
