the leaf no longer drips
out side my window
the sky has for the moment
stopped it's weeping,
maybe the moon got it some
hokey pokey ice cream,

it is cold enough, the puddle pools
of  water have little lace doily edges
and the hibiscus bushes are frosted

the weatherman states we are having
an unseasonable cold snap....
this is the first time the tuxedo rex
has seen frost...he is beyond freaked
and has gone into the linen ccupboard
to seek solace and warm, we find him
curled up under the guest towels

the paths are icy, as well my bottom knows
this is not a drill, we don't normally get this
cold here and frankly we are under prepared

we have towels covering every hangable surface
the dryer running constantly, the fire is eating wood
at an alarming rate...and the wifi has become unstable

and now the leaf is dripping again...

do we remember what the sun does...Do we???

death is honest
more honest than the poet

it deserves a hearing

asdarknessclosesinaroundsensesandallseemsclusterfucked
thosewhodr­eamseesomethingelse
tendtomakeanewcreation

My mama used to tell me
Keep moving, don’t stop!
She says that all the time
But sometimes I wonder
What if I stop to ponder?
Does it mean I’ve shunned her?
What if I’m on a wrong track?
Will I find my way back?
I’d rather be slow on a right track
Than be fast on a wrong one
So I said to her
Mama, I don’t mean to be rude
But I won’t just keep moving
I will stop at some points
And look at my compass
To be sure I’m still on track
Because it is not how far but how well