I love this
the reminiscing
almost but not merely
missing the past
not getting the last
of that
grape on the vine
remembering
kissing
that girl
who became
the one.

Not bright
Not dull
but the pull inbetween
that serene thing and
the sorbet and cream thing,

deck chair
no deck
only
the garden
grass being cut
and
shakefork being shook.

Old fashioned is the
'New Jerusalem'

Saw a Robin too
it saw me and
flew away.

The owl was early and I was late, it couldn't wait and screeched away into the coming of the day and I, reborn to another dawn drank coffee and looked at the moon.

In the snap of my fingers and the crack of my bones the tones from my body tell me to take care, everything will still be there however slow I become.

Time told me the truth in the rush of my youth
I have no need for the clock anymore.

Stars and there are lots of them and there are men who'd give all for them, live and then die for them.

I lost count of the countless, tried again, almost died again then lost count again.

Stars are not for the counting when a hundred million or more can fit in to an iris.

What rules there are to bend and
don't we all have a friend who'll bend them?

My imaginary friends won't invite me to the party they're throwing and so I'm throwing them out and finding new friends, tough decisions like those have to be made or where would it end?

Yeah!
around the bend
and don't we all have a friend who is already  there?

There's no mystery,
you know
that the history they feed you
is the thing that you need to
believe in,
and believing is a part of
the fantasy,

get me or not
it's a part of the plot
that we face.

Drugs that pull
drugs that lull you
into a false sense of security,
you
can be sure he'll try them
buy them and fry his brains
with them,

some men do
women too.

I'm eating roast chicken
no drugs in that
well
maybe not that I know
what they feed livestock,
or fowl
before they're in the crockpot
cooking slow.

each to their thing,
my thing's clean living
and
it's been a long time coming.