I’ve worn
your Doors tee shirt.

It fitted you better
than it does me.

I remember you
wearing it
not long
before you died,
the Jim Morrison face
looking out at me
where your stomach
warmly used to be.

I wore it
in a kind
of remembrance;
a need to feel
where once
your body
snuggled up
against the cloth;
wanting to feel
the place
where you had touched,
to sense another feel
where you had been.

I didn’t want
to take it off.

It seemed another
warm embrace
of son and father,
like we did
just now and then,
less so,
for some reason,
as grown men.

I’ve worn
your Doors tee shirt.

It suited you better
than it does on me;
it hangs on me
where it hugged
you tight.

I’ll wear the tee shirt
with the Morrison features,
feel the cloth
which you once felt,
sense the touch
of you once more
in mind and heart;
believe some particle
of you may still
reside in cloth’s
worn hold,
that you
may ever be there
in every fold

In between
the day's weight and sweat
waits within
to come out the poet.

Through the daily chore
a life of commoner
remains at core
the poet a loner.

The poet a loner
one commoner
of the silent tears
a willing owner.

In between
the night's resting state
works within
to come out the poet.

On the night's bed
they quietly dawn
on the burdened head
make the poet more alone.

*The poet all alone
the one too common
but all the silent tears
just cannot disown.

They still follow the lizard’s motion
Her eyes a sky mirrored in ocean
My oldest mate at the kitchen door
She wants love and nothing more!

At age of six a grand old dame
Understands when called by name
Her furs are white grey fleck on head
She’s a ravishing beauty heaven made!

I still don’t know her fondness how
Sings the notes of melody’s meow
Her profound eyes they forever plead
I want your love more I don’t need!

In the morn’s hour when making tea
Her loving look births the first poetry
Tell her lips her heart’s tender purr
Love me a little don’t keep me far!

When I pour her morning’s due
Croon her name to give her the cue
Blue ocean’s eyes in gratitude say
Love me a little I’ll make your day!

You were my first best friend,
And my first kiss.
We played spin the bottle,
Just us two.
We built Lego castles together after.

You were a stranger in a hotel,
And my friends dared me.
We kissed in the hot tub,
Just for show.
We didn't even know each others last names.

You were my best friend's first love,
And she was out of town.
We did all most everything.
Just never kissed because,
We couldn't forget it was wrong.

You were a friend still are.
And I am not sure why,
We kissed.
Just that we didn't fit, and
We shouldn't do it again

You were a challenge to myself,
And I think I really liked you.
We spent winter snuggling and kissing,
Just never speaking.
We stopped but weren't finished.

You were a rebound,
And you held me above your head.
We were locked in a room,
Just it was only for fun.
We parted ways and shook hands.

You were bad news surrounded by smoke,
And I loved it.
We had more fun than anyone.
Just I wasn't ready and you pushed me,
We had different timing but perfect chemistry.

You were the only other person there,
And we had nothing better to do.
We talked and waited,
Just thinking about the moment.
We had fun, I was your first redhead.

You came back for a the second round,
And I wanted you so bad.
We had one hell of a night,
Just there was someone else there.
We made memories and I hope we do again.

You are older than all the others,
And not anywhere as good looking.
We had time though, only
Just a little.
We lived the moment and I won't forget you.

You were his best friend,
And I was drunk.
We kissed in the men's bathroom,
Just I didn't want to.
We stole glances but you have a girlfriend.

You are beautiful and so unsure,
And I wanted to help you, so
We kissed on a sleepover.
Just I think it didn't really help.
We are friends that's all we learned.

Working hard to fund my hobbies
Proud my hard work is starting to pay off
Work is better I'm there to do my job get paid
Not everyone appreciates what they have
I have my own car the freedom to leave whenever
I'm being responsible hoping to one day find true love
Sobriety makes the world clear living the straight edge life makes sense
I'm loving life thankful and blessed
I'm challenging myself to be more
Do more create opportunity grow as a person

Lured by the bait of a golden trap
Got down on the road for one quick snap
Season’s harvest lay the gleaming yield
Pains of seeding sprouted fulfilled!

May I take a shot of this wondrous show
Of homing the crop in its brightest glow
Would you mind if take a photo or two
To carry with me this freshest hue!

A hint of a smile broke her lipline
She said please don’t take any of mine
For the harvest can take as many you need
Of the pastures stretching far across the mead!

But as one you know bred in the city
Smart and scheming gainfully witty
I said the soil you must have perfectly tilled
To have reaped now this abundant yield!

Won’t hide my wish to you won’t lie
Some I would take home if you let me buy
To remind me of the glory of your toil
Spent on the farmland rewarded by the soil!

On her lips now broke a girl’s rippling laugh
Why sir I would give you of what we have enough
To give you some as gift would be a pleasure nice
Can’t stoop so low as to charge you a price!

She put in my bag some of her bumper yield
Her heart’s gift to a stranger his wishes fulfilled
As I drove away from her leaving her on her land
Through the window I saw love’s waving hand!

Now that I’m growing young / into my second childhood
I’ve decided to forsake / brooding brows and swinging mood
All things that I tell now / and all stuff that I read
All thoughts I jot on paper / must be understood by a kid.

Now that I’m growing young / turning green once more
I have decided to think simple / leave behind the abstract’s door
All things that I do now / all thoughts that I seed
All words I shoot from mouth / must be understood by a kid.

Now that I’m growing young / I must not find it hard
To not beat about the bush / speak straight not mincing word
All words that I speak or write / all words the others read
All my penning on the paper / must be understood by a kid.

Now that I’m growing young / I must break each old rule
Make clarity my hallmark / lucid expressions my tool
Whatever price I have to pay / would not pay the abstruse a heed
All my outpouring on the canvas / must be understood by a kid.