There's a permanent Summer in my heart and mind
somewhere in that Summer I am
hoping you will find
that crazy feeling when you're kissing a volcano
the midnight madness of a lazy moonlight swim
the silent movements that occur between two lovers
come find the Summer and
let yourself in.
If only we were the executioners of our downfall
that would be a fitting windfall, and
a rollover on the lottery
as death grins on the side lines
remember the good times
sharpening the axe.
I would sing
Could I sing
I would dance
Could I dance
I would take
Could I fly
I was never the type
of child that obeyed
much of anything;
not even the many
times I was told
not to stare into
the evening sun
when I felt
Only the moon
Defines our day
Allows our life
Only our ***
Creates our people
Only your love
Made me whole
Now moon drifts away
The night shall stretch
All at once
Only I cry
One dozen migratory Black-and-white Warblers lay
like fallen piano keys on the sidewalk in front
of a 14-story glass constructed building;
I watched as the janitor swept
them into the street.
I had to think twice about thinking twice which was twice the work for an old work horse and
if nature truly runs its course then of course it must be true that pondering on the imponderables is a noble thing to do.
You and I know
that to go around in circles is a total waste of time
but we do it all the time which wastes more time and not being one for waste or time I found it easier to go in a straight line,
not a flat line because that's something different.
Any dimension you like is the dimension that does it for me.
lots of it even in the little bit of what I see and what is a galaxy anyway?
just another chocolate like the milky way or Mars bar which is not too far off the mark,
in an inn in the dark and so am I, where
a pint of beer and a pie is my cup of tea
(sounds a bit Alice to me)
I always was.
If you had to think twice every time that you thought
I'd think twice about thinking at all
The little ***
White with red
Kept it so long
The glaze cracked.
Bet you are
By a few
Don’t eat chicken noodle soup from a saucepan leaned back in a recliner
because your neighbor could hit his wife in the back of the head
with a cue ball and the cops might siren down your street
causing you to flinch and spill hot broth on your
chest; I have a bone to pick with the coward.