As he grew older, he was
Nearly adept as a physician
At healing the feet of beautiful women,
Bathing the rough skin where they had walked.
Though curious witnesses seeing his always dazed eyes
And the lump in his robe always a-rise
How they talked and talked!

he old guy he die
he old guy who once sat in the sun
he had a cocker spaniel who sat in the sun
and soothed like custard the old guy both die
he lived for plays drama actors
many entrances and exits
now where he be
in the not to be

spotted only by our mind's bright light

Under a tree while
sun burns as on primal day
shadows dance with wind.

Where do you hide O faceless ones,
who risk life and limb to fling the
great cry of I AM at our fences,
our buildings , our city walls?
Your indecipherable scrawls
haunt my lowly
9 to 5 crawls.

Maybe one day we'll meet
though your movements be ghostly fleet.

Bring some chalk,
let us talk.

I go
on my knees for
your legs, chocolate girl,
such smooth tapered beauties prancing!
....Mercy!

the butterfly blues
is when you've got just a TOUCH of the blues
no Ma Rainey or Muddy
just a touch flitting about
your favorite restaurant has shut down
or your picnic got rained on
that's the butterfly blues

perhaps you're considering lighting up
a forsworn cigarette
or going on a shopping spree
to escape the little weights
clipping your wings just a TOUCH
no Etta or Billie Holiday
just the butterfly blues
flitting about

until...

up pops a pretty flower to land on
supplying you with
answers to settle
your unsettled mind

and Presto! you'll soon notice
those butterfly blues have
been left far behind!

An old story but true of a fool
in love she soon used like a tool
vowed "always and forever"
now it's become "never"
she left, no goodbye
all her words lies
Who's to blame?
she or
I?