Chad Bush

Tiny point of view

Tiny point of view

Trying again to change

Breathing into the darkness of the longest night

Catch a glimpse of them weaving it all together

Wind and moonlight and a sweet sounds of chaos

The tasty secrets behind the wall

Clean as gladiators’ teeth

Stumbling to the beat of the dirge

The crushing molars of destiny

Gathering in the castle for tea

The mountaintop beckons

Slashing me to ribbons in the swamp

Solo Rhodes electric piano

Little Jack Horner sat

Sneaking about lightfootedly

Rambling crunchy casserole

Another stroll through it.

Sounds like lunch.

There are sometimes voices

Grits with a bit of cheese

Gliding through clouds of them

Notes from an old piano

Tip o’ the tongue

A harp with sparkles