Vorochta 5

Where Dreams Are Dreamt.

Lost and Found

yumado | November 30, 2009

As I walked through the park, I  heard someone crying.
I stopped by the cave and saw the bear with his head in his hands.
“What is the matter?” I asked with caution.
He looked up at me, drunk as a skunk.

The Navajo Ranch

conetiquette | November 30, 2009

Indians grab their rifles, their bows and arrows. Tomahawks in hand, they are off to war.
Painting their faces with the blood of their enemies, chanting and summoning spirits
of protection.
The children hug their brothers and fathers, clinging to them for dear life.

The Swinger

yumado | November 30, 2009

Thinking only of her,
I wake up early, every morning,
Head to the field, grab my stick,
I hit my balls until my arms are soar.
Taking a break, I stand there, thinking,
If I make it big, she will truly love me.

Out of Range

yumado | November 30, 2009

A band of four writers,
Their outfits, so exquisite, so lavish,
They ride into town.
At the saloon, trouble arrives.

Lessons In Life #23

yumado | November 30, 2009

Sometimes, while getting intimate with another,
I begin to worry about my size,
But then I stop and think, It’s a recession.
…So I don’t.