Of fate and fury
behind blundered blurry
down the trodden plight
to night
will be one of fancy fine
feasts set with the best wine
dance my young fertile
friend for it will not last a long while
don’t fret
but place your bet
on the previous past lives
that’s how they got their wives
its time to grow and become a man
set the pace and take it, you can
implant yourself deep inside
let it ride
yes, finally the scene is set
now the women are left in debt.

Crisp, sweet Macintosh, the word
flushes cheeks and brings smiles along with
flavors of apple sauce and pie.
Memories swim through thought along with taste

Fall leaves surround the trunk the
sweet smell of orchards, giggles surround
the rows of fruit.

Fresh appreciation rolls over taste
buds of flowers producing barrels of
golden delicious ready for picking in mid-October
firm crisp sweet and juicy

reach up into the leaves grasp firm
with a little twist and the gift
from above is one of a kind.

The poetic hands shake and wrattle
and roll
move move move move move move move move
please do
They dream to type and dance and write
a merry trail
they tapped and diddly dapped along with
the pet moose
who ran after a goose and left left left left left left left
right after
the chance I got to see him lasted a squirrels second
wait a minute
don’t leave me mr. moose
but he was in love with a pet goose.

Spoon the catepillar’
I whispered ow we I
the paper floated down
the ceiling collapsed
and the caterpillar
danced.

I want to to to
drop a move and fill
up with groove, on into
the black, still, dark night.

A blue dolphin splashed
into my skull, rattling my water
the waves rocked my soul,
I
tripped.

The sweat ran down my hands,
they whirled around,
then down, my arms were trees
but my feet, oh the toes
wiggled and wriggled out of
pace.

Again I spoon the caterpillar, a
web a weaved tale to tell
the music picked me up into the
rafters I floated, I bloated and
ballooned
then
popped.

To Love someone is love itself
it is breath, it is life.
To Love is when you throw your
heart away, and hope that it is given back.
To Love is the sweetest dream,
hoping you never wake up.
to be able To Love is God’s gift to you
to me, to the world as it be.

In Love we see ourselves,
clearer than empty skies.
In Love we feel closer to the ocean,
the wind, and the mountains.
In Love we leap without looking,
hoping our heart catches on something real.
to be In Love is God’s gift to you,
to me, to the world as it be.

To Have Loved shows you,
the deep capacity of your soul.
To Have Loved is a way of knowing,
the world with its blackness and brightness.
To Have Loved someone dearly, with
your whole being is the essence of existence.
To Have Loved anyone at all, is God’s gift
to you, to me, to the world as it be.