Little killers
one, two, three...
Learning all the letters

Little killers
one, two, three...
guessing for the answers

Killing sibling's learning man
A game once we did play
You learn to spell or die
Okay?  The old fashion way

Lefty , I can't imagine how he got his name
Always did things backwards . . . so . . . . .
I was not surprised when he up and went away

Never said why , when , or where he had to go
Now he is growing old where as they say
"Only God Knows"

What are clouds anyway ?
Water vapor in the sky ?
I think it is so much more

I think they are recycled tears
Of every broken heart that ever be
Falling to a desert below

My cactus flower
Blooming in the night
So none will see

She keeps her love close
Protected by her needles

I sit and watch her bloom
And before the sun has begun
I leave looking for lefty

And the reasons I quit
Are the excuses I choose

Between the desert and the sea
Where the cause will be
Clouds keep winking at me

The circle is broken into pieces
I speak in deserts of sand
Drown in seas of lingering waves of pain

And I have no clue where lefty went
Only remember a cactus flower blooming
Without the thorns between the two

A worm wanted to know what it would be like
to rise above the filthy dirt in which he wallowed.
So, he climbed and climbed, inching his way to the top.
Finally sticking his head above ground. He was able to
smell the green grass and see the blue sky. Moments
before becoming breakfast, er, then bird splat.

Ol' Jack Horner
Sat in a corner
Eating his curds and whey
Along came a spider
That sat down beside him
Jack slapped that spider dead
Mixed him in with his curds and whey
And enjoyed the extra protein
"MMMMMmmmmmmm" said Jack
"Deeee-licious"!

How's your mother
Down in Melbourne
Doing after these few years
Well, I hope she doesn't mind
That I might bide
And I hope she digs this scene
As we go on our way
On our way
  
How's your mother in Deltona
Doing with the work she does
Well, you know I don't remember
How you spent the days
But, you sure do know how
in many other ways
And I feel stupid
Yes, I do
  
How's your mother in West Maywood
Doing after all these years
Well, you know it a cold hard spring
And we're losing everything
And you know it's a cold hard spring
Don't you know it's a cold hard spring
A cold hard spring
  
How's you're baby in Altoona
Been to Stuttgart or to sea?
But, you know it don't matter why
When you're eating apple pie
And it don't matter why
When you're eating apple pie
The apple pie
The apple pie
When you're eating apple pie
  
How's you're mother doing
Where's she from?

I recognize
this ground
laced with stones
and poisoned barbs
hike barefoot here
unafraid

a barren desert
feels like home
when there is nothing
to be lost or gained

I have been here
many times before
stripped down naked
in the noonday sun
watching vultures
wheel and dive

as I dangle
twist and spin
ever the enabler
enabling

After dropping her child at school
the day was a dream only hers
when she could make her own rule
follow it for all those hours.

She would sit on some house terrace
see the busy steps passing by
trying to gauge from their pace
the errands written in their eyes.

She would watch the life of birds
amused how they labored for a nest
and when falling day drew homeward
folded sunned wings into rest.

Spread her eyes beyond the concrete
above the trees far into the haze
where young kites were taught flying feat
by mothers circling the summer blaze.

Everyday all things were renewed
seasons rolled a movie before her
all that even though already viewed
was never bereft of a sense of wonder.

How her hours flew was not known
days turned to years as a rule
her child in no time was grown
no more she needed to go to school.