Good to see you healthy and about! How does the carp dream go?
If I were wealthy, I too would build a fish farm where Saudis and Donald Trump might go to
cast a line if I could but dream like A liar, too!
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 12:42 AM UTC
is the answer?
or maybe?
or?
tell me what would you
say?
I hate to disagree.
So I agree even to disagree,
with a flexible
spine.
Mine is
of a yessir priority,
under wearing nothing not a thing,
I go off wondering,
how I got
here?
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
Temporarily/ unfilled by my garden/
or a magician's trick/ hiding a quarter/
I did notice.
Contemporaries/ still on a theory trip/
fooled by sleight of hands/siding with
heads/I did.
Fortunately/ my quill has ink/
explains the endless supply/ of foolishness/
I write.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
at this o'clock
are you this hour
the big hand barely moving as I stared
at it
the little one goes round and round dizzy
and still I have four more hours
'til
I jump out that small door
calling coo coo
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
just know
eyes do
souls aside
try lips
leave thoughts
tears God
dream better
take breaths
love life
drink water
read voices
say thoughts
see beauty
memorialize
play kind
silence
worry don't
great small
look naked
feel alive
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
I am a gingerbread
sweet tangy ******* head
addicted to making
marmalade sunsets
playing funeral organs
cooking grass
on my BBQ
I stir with
olde english
marinade with you
on a bed of roses
on our hill
growing wild sassy
cooking stews
of parsnips wild onions
marmalade you and
the morning dew.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 1:20 AM UTC
willows weep at the doorstep of a ravine
back home, where I grew up,
a long time ago in Michigan
Cardinals and Redheaded Woodpeckers commonplace
Cherry trees
Mulberries
my favorite grew ripe and sweet,
better than cherries, then.
As the valley creeps away in my memory
the magenta berries remain
in my head.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
disintegrate the million pieces
arrange the memories again
the yellowing shards of reality
into the myriads
tap a foot on the floor
listen to a beat
of all the pieces
like a cymbal shattering
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
I gathered on my desk all were in my head
on my desk
I stood on my head and still
none were three-dimensional
So, asleep, I saw you again.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
you left me, valentines with no candy nor flowers
fluttered free into the universe with my anniversary
on your lips
flowing free as a waterfall into a mist
gazing continually in your shimmer
left me with wetness and empty hands
a sweet fragrance on the pillow
I burned yelling.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 12:10 AM UTC