Too this wonderful poet
the audacity to write about love
wears his heart on his sleeve.
Come back when you are sober,
come back when you have mended,
come back with adventurous tales
but come back **** it I need you.

It was glorious, quite a show
All from a kitchen window
Turning round to make some tea
And what came next I did not see
A quick gray thief smudged out the hues
And banished the morning news

cooking apples
wafting up the stairs
so intoxicating you want to die
now that you've smelled
the sweetest thing in life

I am a small poem on a
page with room for another.

Share with me this white field,
wide as an acre of snow,
clear but for these tiny
markings like the steps of birds.

Come now.
This is the trough of the wave,
the seconds after lightning.
Thin slice of silence
as music ends,
the freeze before melting.

Lie down beside me.
Make angels.
Make devils.
Make who you are.”

this heart of mine won't give up
won't stop beatin' even when i'm sleepin'

this heart of mine won't stop hurtin'
so i keep writin' that's for certain

this heart of mine I got from Mom
cry at the drop of a hat, and i'm glad of that

this heart of mine gets confused
it gets tired and sings the blues

this heart of mine knows no bounds
when i'm dead and gone the beat goes on

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What the hell is wrong with me,
where does this circus come from
Three rings that seem to open new tents in my mind
Dark tents filled with wild and dangerous thoughts,
pacing in a cage, waiting to be released
Yeah, you just try and make me
jump through one of those fiery hoops,
see where your head ends up and where
that whip is shoved

Sawdust everywhere as I parade around
Fluffing my feathers, thinking I know,
Proud ain’t even close to how I feel
as I swing from the trapeze,
sequins glistening,
looking for the meaning, the why
I keep asking why…why as I once again
light the fuse with cotton candy fingers,
shot from a cannon, screaming,
there is no net, not for me, not for these thoughts

Open this door and let me out,
I’m stuffed in this little car
with a bunch of clowns, painted on smiles
big floppy shoes and ****, they are all me
(Send in the clowns, I hate that song)
and I hate these thoughts
Juggled about, like so many *****
flying through the air, never touching the ground
and there they are, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,
children of all ages, staring, laughing, pointing,
shoveling popcorn in their faces
then running in fear as these thoughts
escape confinement once again

Don’t you get it, can’t you see,
this is real, this is me
I love, I love deeply, I can’t guess your weight
but I can feel you rummaging for tickets
in my heart and all I have is for you
Free admission, stop by the petting zoo,
Share a branch with a giraffe, share
Share, wow, maybe that’s it,
maybe that’s why I smile
when the tents come down
heading for another place

another town

another time

send out the clowns