there is a place

I don't know the science or faith that makes ice crystals form like this.  I am not sure it would help.  I think what I want to know about these ice crystals probably exists in all levels of understanding; moving among indifference, amazement, satisfaction, ennui, bewilderment, enlightenment.  Like just about everything else in this world.

Wagons Ho!

Had I been born with wagon wheels in place of my testicles, I would have revolutionized the sport of track and field...assuming God would have seen fit to arrange them vertically, and parallel.

sad guy

I used to be famous for being sad,
because i used to be sad.
everyone in town knew me as the sad guy.
then one day i wasn't so sad anymore,
and i thought i would be known as the guy who wasn't so sad anymore,
or maybe even be known as the happy guy.
Instead they forgot about me.
and i'm just not famous anymore.
even though i am sad again,
sadder than before.