The sock is not merely regalia
Or podiatry paraphernalia
For a well knitted toe
To the fork of your foe
Can mean victory rather than failure

**

This world we live in can be cold,
Heartless and selfish to young and old,
We should, to keep our sanity,
Sometimes indulge in fantasy.

Look in the mirror
and smile a bit more
She's my love!
Look into my eyes,
you'll trace a grinning face
She's my dream!
Feel me inside,
there I'm looking for your love
Listen to my heart,
it's breathing your name

Your face is lovelier
than the moon
Your eyes are more beautiful
than the stars
I won't gaze at the moon
when you look at me
I won't count the stars
if your eyes beckon to me

Let's walk by the lake
and lose ourselves in romance,
Let's share our thoughts
and leave behind our loneliness,
Let our souls find a place
that's full of love and peace!

You can smell it - when it happens,
and it does,
at the trailer park.
You investigate once, because you,
personally have never seen a rotting corpse.

Once, single use death, as when
one tries to use life too hard, too not
easy,
like heros on TV, not
gentle, as with a kitten or a yellow duckling,
held, in your own soft bowl of fingers.

Bubble, floating for a moment longer
than bubbles would if only water were involved,
-- input, use, grow a known, redistill, settle still

bubbles in the commode,
bubbles in the coffee,
bubbles in the hummingbird feeder, bubbles
in my brain, or my soul, sometimes, I wonder
if one is the other, when the brain is dead,
the soul is gone,
must be, wouldn't one assume?

perhaps here is where the spirit lingers,
watching souls lay dead where a bubble of life was.

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you