The gulls become packs of namads
And the burnt out  soul begins  to
Curse at the dim skyline
And never apreciates
Looking into the sweet taste of grapes
Inside a brown paper bag.
But in reality the birds could care less
One has an apple
One gets a seed
Calling  the cry
As if passed from one generation
Like a mother gives away her soggy brown eyes.

Old lady who smiled at me
Through the resturant window
On proctor street.  You ruined
Everything when you
Turned your head and
Noticed I had a camera.
Thats when you made a pose.
I apreciate the humor.
But please dont do it again.
You destroyed a great portrait.
Take care ill drop off the print
In a couple of weeks.
If you dont work ill assume
You are a well known regular
And do the same anyways.
Dont take offense I needed
To be quicker with my camera.
Ba by.

One quick touch
One space
She came in
The same place
He ran out.
She had had to much.

She held my hand and showed
Me her husbands thorny past.
As in you can still find patches of
Green with sharp pointy canyons
Between what seperates life and reality.
She stuck with the hopes of using lady bug magic
To clear the bugs off of a less then perfect flower.
It worked because her judgement ingnored the first
Fragrance of spring.  Though still winter she gets always gets
Ready for a new start in spring.  So she will be ready to sing
All over the wishing well and look through the wooden frame
To picture how we hold hands in a public garden
On a gravel path packed in with every foot step.

If I tell you the artist broke the law
because the phrase "I know" really
means unstopable.
Because the engineer cant look back
wards.  Or else he would see
Letters latching onto steel hooks.
And understand the art of comodity.

There isnt D as in
Look at a dumb boy
Who cant tell time
when the minute hand lands
on six thirty five.
But the letter C meaning
Compassion comes like
The girl with cancer who  knew
I was Dyslexic.
She came back  and I missed
her funeral.

The heavens cry open exposing joy.
Out every star we see our lovers
Moving and dancing in universal
Order.  And forget we ever lost
The view of someone we loved.