Afternoon silver songbird fascination , what'll you have , pick your poison !
Scotch and ale , Canadian Mist on the rocks !
***** martinis with a Spanish olive ! Chugging Tequila with a worm on the bottom ! Peppermint Scnapps with a touch of Sprite , ****** Mary's well into night !
Boisterous little fellow singing by my patio , I'm quite convinced your my old buddy Tim donned in a silver gray tuxedo !!

Spoilt wind driven veronica , castigated in blistering Summer swelter . Blue lace in harried July repose , a thundershowers grace upon a parched , grateful basin .
Streams collect on the valley floor , seeking their terminus ..
The clap of thunder addresses the meadow , seemingly forever into the darkened landscape ...
Tree frogs proclaim their appreciation , field crickets and cicadas sing familiar ballads ..
A shy Moon reoccupies its rightful purview , wood ducks return to their evening quarters .. Sleep well Mourning Dove , rest in peace Appalachian hillside ..

A tea light for two ..
Cinnamon eyes that occupy my every thought ..
Her melody caresses my curious ear ,
Leaving me breathless ...

Goodbye cold season zephyr ...
Carry your rumors of snow and ice to Carolina ..
Return in the month of May with your Summer bride ..
Signal the release of song filled nights ,
the curious Sun painting the Western sky ,
goldens orbs that compel the boardwalk lights ...
Ambergris filling the air of paradise ..

I once was under the care of a would be "physician" whose cure for depression was to beat it into submission ..
Periods of sadness were excuses for laziness which were corrected with a razor strap across my tender back in most cases ..
Rapid mood swings were addressed with soap in my mouth or an empty stomach at bedtime followed by a Bible verse to "get me right !"
Wetting the bed , spoiling my pants at age ten , clawing my legs until they bled , contemplating death on terrible days ..
Mortified at the grocery store , panic stricken days at school , laughed at by fellow classmates that were o ' so very cruel , teachers holding their hands up in disbelief like I was some kind of fool ..
Time heals nothing .. All is forgotten makes no sense at all .. Spare the rod and spoil the child ? Did you ever see the devil in my tearful eyes ?
Did Beelzebub speak to you when I cried ?

Blackberry wine and pecan biscuits ,
Crackling fires , knee high stockings , electric blankets ..
Communion with my evening star , storybooks luminesce
in a cold black venue , a hickory fire pops , vibrations travel the wood floors ..
Our reflections grace Pine paneling , elder hearts aglow on brisk , frosty , quiet nights .. Together ..

Country boy you haven't lived till you see the lights on Peachtree Street..
I could say the same thing about the fireflies on a July evening ,
The Buckhead nights on the north side of Atlanta ,
The solitude with your maker on the Chattahoochee River ..
A baseball game at Turner Field on a May afternoon ,
a flock of Wild turkey's against the setting Sun in June ..
Piedmont Park and the Botanical Garden ,
Wood Ducks feeding on a quiet , country pond in late August ..
People watching at a outdoor cafe in Midtown ,
Meditating amongst the Tall Pines with no one around ..
The High Museum and the Downtown nights ,
The morning call of Crows with the first glimmer of sunlight ..

Mercurial Robin hold your ground ..
It's only my footsteps throwing sounds
Continue with your resolute aims on this precious day ..  Nurture my regard for the miraculous with your timid , curious ways ..

Alligator Snappers are working the depths of Port Lake
Swimming this pond in the Summer could be a bad mistake ..
Rugged spiny shells and claws like a Florida Panther ...
Determined green eyes at the surface spell nothing but danger !
Never walk the dismal swamps of Georgia alone ,
Snapper's got a jaw that can rip your hide clean to the bone !
Bubbles on the surface are all the warning you'll ever get !
The only thing these monsters understand is a bullet !
If fishing line is snapping and the catfish stop biting , you can rest
assured a Snapper is up to no good lying on the bottom !

Surface street alchemy , ghost line the morning boulevards , effigies that teem with memory fly past .. Some bound for Heaven , some Hell . Some wrapped in the chains of Purgatory's grasp seemingly forever .
My morning dark canopy cries with fluid familiarity ..Tears pool and maneuver ancient lakes of liquid fear , Jesus questions my right , The Fallen Angel seduces my left .
Sharks swim such impoundments forever , such is the game of pity wherein lies the feeding frenzy . The spoil for blood .. The wincing welcome to my dreams horror , a begging son removed from the honor roll of father and mother .. Shoot me freely , shoot me well , remove me from the static island from where I dwell ..