But 
it was 
a 
Reflection
of 
Something 
else.




 Archy

The place was totally dead
the only heartbeat was on
the kitchen counter
between the blinks of an eye. 


 Archy

Everything is a poem
but the words won't lie still
so I may write them
They float around above my head
and refuse a stationery existence. 



Archy

The Moon looks so far away
why doesn't he
come closer 
and be my friend



Archy

Is it a banana 
you're eating
or something
unnatural?

What do you do
when you're the 
last game
in town?



Archy

The Christian Soldiers are marching
forward toward 
a personal oblivion with Christ.



Archy