Here is a night where I've hardly just awoken.
Here is a wet dog on a patio with rain.
Here is a strawberry cigar.
Here is coffee with light cream.
Here are pants, slightly too big.
Here is the murmur of my reflections, coloring the skyline black.
Here is a bottle of gin.
Here is a swing set with no one swinging.
Here is my hair growing longer, with no one there to notice.
Here is my father's one single tear, dropping and being wiped away.
Here is a moth's wing, torn and dusty, swept into the trash.
Here is my face turning tomato red, and a stutter.
Here is an endless walk, a car ride, a sleepless night.
Here is a pill, a hospital stay, a night in white.

Here are the things I leave in the dark
So I can hear you when you say,
"What's on your mind?"

When I watch you meditate, you are so fully taken to the heart of the earth. You are a true little Buddha. With your golden hair and a twinkle in your bright but distant blue eye, you speak of the astral plane, the whole universe in the center of the earth, your twin flame. You drink a Coca Cola, but it takes you two days because you cherish every sip. You have become my warm home. My sweet soul friend. We smoke sage together and the light from the smoldering pipe glows greedily as it burns away. We drift. You work at a thrift shop. Carrying crystals in your pockets, you greet the customers with joy, but treat everyone fairly. It is no one's place to treat you like an inferior. Sister, don't ever cry. I will sing to you a sweet song. Deborah, seashell eyes. In the morning you make your coffee with just enough for one cup. That is your treat. Other treats: your mermaid oracle cards, a grape cigar, chakra incense, a cinnamon candy. You will never grow old. My sweet sweet sister, you are a cactus flower. At night, you look up at the dark purple clouds and see angels you've seen a thousand times before. Friend, you are infinite. A wild rose. A shell at sea. A pearl.

And I will stop,
take in a long breath
now I am full
tomorrow's sky is young
every single thing
from this one moment
where I see
a small flower
grow
from the sidewalk
it is so hardy
and so am I
the years
with their machines of pain
can bowl me over
large waves
sweeping me under
but I will grow
a flower through concrete
yellow
bright
tall and strong like my mother

and I will be satisfied
with the whisper after the rain

would you look at that?

not even a petal missing

It's always night, isn't it?

How hushed voices seem closer
How a light breeze sweeps over your face,
bringing back a thought you never could shake.
How a song takes you back to 17,
a boy and girl,
a light kiss,
the ocean.

It's always night, isn't it?
How you feel the moment when summer turns to fall
How alone feels tangible and cherry sweet, or so so metallic
How a bird wakes you from dreaming,
and he is no longer there.

The years have reached out

You gasp,

and lean

and rock

and tear

and

It's always night isn't it?

How you yearn for the part of you that cannot be stolen from time.

I'm going to tell you
how you were so bright
we didn't need the moon.
Throw it out
start over.
With you, me
and a light song
playing low.
Starting over
isn't so hard is it?
I am sitting here
with my coffee
the lamp's light,
playing shadows over my face.
Me,
playing with your cool smile.
We are not far from space
let's go there
put the stars
back in the sky.
The lightning hits
some lake,
and a wind
shakes my heart.
I am alone
with you.

Petit Oiseau, you told a joke,
You laughed and laughed
And the branch it broke
You fell from the nest
And bumped your head
And a funny frog thought you were dead!
He croaked a low mourning dirge all night,
until you woke
the next morn' at 3,
And Mama Oiseau
put you back in the tree!
Next time you laugh,
make sure you're steady
and that the branch you're on is ready!
You'll live to live to laugh another day
Petit Oiseau don't fall today!

Silly bunny burger boss,
hops through the flowers and the frost.
Sniffs a carrot,
maybe two,
Then makes up a gift for you!
A little song,
That goes like this,
"I am the bunny burger boss,
now, from me,
here is a kiss!
I do not always sing a song,
but now, I ask, you sing along!
I am the bunny burger boss
my heart is large and full!
My tail is small,
a ball of fluff!
On days like this, so cool,
I hop hop hop
up to your feet,
and sing and dance for you!"
Now and then
this burger boss
though gay and bright, it's true,
get's lonely and sits off on a stump
thinking of what to do.
On days like this
When bunny's sad
he hears a hum
from forest near
and turns and sees
a lark is perched
on a branch out in the clear
he hears the tune
a bunny song, it's true
about a bunny burger boss
who has a song for you!
So when you are so sad and low
and life's got you feeling blue,
Think of bunny burger boss
and the song he shares with you!