I Stopped to Pick a Flower

I saw today, a little Mayflower
blooming from the broken ground
born from a dry earth and dry eyes
It grew there without a sound

I stopped to smell, and maybe touch,
it's dewy visage was a delight
I saw today a little Mayflower
that had grown throughout the night

I'm sure I've said it a thousand times
Life comes with no guarantees
Don't weep for me, for the lesson you see, is I am that little Mayflower

I like the picture of you
all silk skin and lean muscle
but not everywhere
giggles
I just stop to stare
Completely mesmerised
I like to practice kissy faces
into the mirror of your eyes
I like how the milk from
your breakfast cereal
runs down your chin
I want to chase it
with my tongue
I like how the honey
that drips from your pancakes
reminds me of *** and sin

I like how we have
the same routine
Wake up, make up
Shower together
my hand prints
shoulder high on the screen

I like to do yoga poses
to the moves you make
as you ride your girlfriend
but, make no mistake
I have a headshot of me
with a bit of blu tac on back
that I can move around the screen
whenever she's in the scene
and...
I'm liking how you ride me!
It's like Yoga nirvana!
you'll never find the cameras...

I Love you and bananas!

He was under the couch
next to two dollars
which bought me lunch
at McDonalds
I sat God next to my Gold Buddha
and what do you know?
My luck ran out
the very next day
I hate to say
that while the two dollars
filled my belly
for a little while
God seemed clean me out
quicker than a day old burrito
from Taco Bell
and reminds me
to never introduce Him
to my friends
Two dollars was an awesome find
who knows what lives
beneath a couch?
A word of warning
Grab the money and run!
Leave everything else!

My only being
Other than just me
Ticked upon a clock
Heard by the second
Every other thought stopped
Remarkably I shook

Being the centre
Less the universe
Every little thing
Solidified each corner
So proud of my Son/Daughter
Enchanting my life
Down to the last quarter

Being the centre of a tiny life
Enriches more than fantasy

Another day, another's breath
Narrows the arrows of what may be

Another holds your heart in hands
Noting that no one stands in stone
Guess I always wanted a
Eulogy that would make
Little footsteps not walk alone

While others keep on trying
In indelible artifice
Trying hard to hold onto things
Hiding their tears in pillows
Only to have their diamonds
Uncut their bleeding fist
Tightly grasped, un thrown

We give birth, we give life
In eternal gratitude
Never do we ask
Give us back what we give you
Should you never feel you could