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empty theatre--
an audience of one
cries for music
love outleashed
from hidden zones--
piano found
thin lines
tie us freely
to juxtapose a concrete lie
i gave him my last
five bucks, for tales of war, his
preference for stars
midnight piano--
a hand on my shoulder
and tears drop
she asked:
are there words
hiding in raindrops
waiting to be born..?

their life expectation
was really quite short
awaiting only
the swipe of
a windshield wiper..
Some special drops
her camera captured
in one of those
dissolving moments..

one small drop
glimmered with
a pure white light
others angled with
curved prism color..
white and colors
created
but soon destroyed
by those ever
persistent and ruthless  
blades..

this play of light
we might reflect
paints our portrait
on a canvas of glass
those colors with white
body and soul
together
life and death
so temporary
yet so significant..
because of awareness
our awareness makes
it so...
A light within
is dimmed
when compassion
looks elsewhere
for a home..

Our going forth
is tethered
to a light
we have and own..

Remembering
Returning
Replenishing
is the splendid core
of compassion..

Then we are
fed and ready
for compassion
to find its way
away from home...
So it went
like this -
she said,
"My therapist
thinks we
should break up."
and I replied,
"Yeah,
my psychiatrist
says that we
should break up, too."
so soon after,
we broke up.
It was like
Woody Allen
and Diane Keaton.
I didn't know
that such comedies
could actually
be real.
The way
that it appears
in my memory
is something
that isn't exactly real.
That's life!
(I think...).
Husbands, raise your hands
Keep them up if you love your wife
Keep them up if you colour your wifes hair
Okay, this is for the three of us that are left....


I did my wife a favour
As I do, because I can
I help her when I'm able
Not just because I am a man

I **** bugs when requested
I do the laundry like I should
I clean the bathroom when it's *****
And by doing so , feel good

Every few weeks I will help her
Hide the grey that she can see
I don't volunteer to do it
But it's cheap to hire me

A salon visit is expensive
Doing hair, and waiting hours
I just slip on my latex hand wear
And I have a bag full of super powers

Yes, I help my wife get couloured
I take the time and do her hair
I also, get it on the tiles
Up the wall and on two chairs

The dog gets covered just a little
The rug, a window and the bed
But, we always buy two packets
So, there's enough to do her head

I have a jacket slightly mottled
It's got a few brown spots, some red
I don't know exactly how it happened
I even got some on our bed

Just call me Mr. Kenneth
In my jumpsuit doing hair
I get it where I think she needs it
And I spray it everywhere

She comes out looking gorgeous
She's always happy with the result
She always looks a little different
Like someone who believes in the occult

If you're a husband who likes money
Save it, colour your wife's hair
Your part only takes ten minutes
You need ten towels, one mask, one chair

It brings us both closer together
My arms look like a leopard skin
All my shirts are slightly spotted
But all those spots, make me look thin

I've got to go now and get cleaned up
The carpets ruined, so's the wood
But, she's happy and we all know that
If the wife is happy....all is good!
Old Sol was setting
Shadows corked the valleys dark
And I cast a stone
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