the sight of things
so pleasent, so full of positive chaos
the waking moments play back as well-designed memories
in eyes stare... the temperature change
like a pull into the sky
all whirlwind and natural inside
the beauty of what is now
it all follows in the sweet soundtrack
heard always in the background
of what is the feel of pressing skin
the feel of soft ripe fruit that was grown
and the cancur is disolved
faces are only cute and heavenly
a discrete taste i catch in the voice
it only gets sweeter as i go with time
and its only reasoning for a new muse
a new book to fill chapters inside
that is why this was written...
Mike McVeigh
8-27-01