A Poem or Two

Here is a poem or two I thought up while riding my bike today.

Wo these spring trees smell
Like old ladies gone astray
Come home Sunday's Eve

Grown boys tussle
With barefeet and rolled jeans
I find this space taken
Deep in group conciousness
We're all in bloom

Lizard scampers from lush to lush
My heart is dry, Coming to ends
Reminds me of beginnings
Push hard, break through
Spring burns into summer
Find seeds have withered

Here we are again
Nostalgic Americana
Rural beards remember
Rustic righteousness

Whispy old women
Fragrant flowering spring trees
Where will I go next

Just some stuff that came to me while riding today.
Thanks for the read.

Submissions, Pirate TV, and a Book Review

Well avid readers, I was accepted for the march issue on In Between Altered States. Head on over when they get it up. I will post a link here when it is live.  I hope to be knocking out a few episodic rantings for this locale only soon, so hang in there.  I finished The Sun Never Rises on The Big City, you can get it here at the kindle store   and read my review here at goodreads. In other news I decided to check out pirate tv for some reason, and here is how you do it.  Creativity abounds this morn but unfortunately there is bill paying work to do. So I will leave you with this.  I don't know why.  Thanks for the read.