******* waving in the breeze
I dance in my underpants
amongst the ferns and trees

I skip as a stone flying above the water
I’m not a thing to clone
I’m cool; and so I’m hotter

I do as I do
not for nods or applause
I do as I do because
I’m not you

raising Cain
***** zealots
rising as
a full moon
popping heads
red balloons
turning up
without a ticket
leaping as a giant cricket
skin is crawling
like a bucket of maggots
eyes are bawling
like a wolf caught rabbit
**y itch
making her twitch
growing in clusters
a woman musters
her strength to live

I’d pull my string
and land softly
dancing with the clouds
floating in the air
I don’t like crowds
and I’m round/not square

If I was a parachute
I’d fly higher than the birds
I don’t have words
for free falling
sinking and sprawling

If I was a parachute
open as the ocean
falling in slow motion
has me high
the mountain looks
like a butterfly

Rolling with the flow
Bubbling in spots
Pooling all my thoughts
I once was a river
Now I’m a rock

I once was a river
Men rode my back
Fish swam in me
Surrounded by trees
Overhead a honking flock
I once was a river
Now I’m a rock

I once was a river
Men polluted my waters
No home for the otters
Acid rain spilled
Killed the grass and stalks
I once was a river
Now I’m a rock

my ******* are drums
my feet are numb
can’t move –
strung on the notes he plays
hung on the melody –
Breathlessly
the stubble on his face
Ivory
his curly hair
a harpsichord
his fruity stare
a glass of Chambord
Waltzing the Matilda
with him
swinging hips
looking trim
under the glare
of Times Square
eyes locked as keys
in the ***** breeze
of New York New York

standing,
looking
in the glass?
I pass her
every day.
But I don’t ask
if she’s happy
with the life
she’s made.
I’m afraid.
She slips on
a saffron sweater.
And I see better
than to sprinkle
her head with
spicy questions.

so, I can shoot
to the moon. Rip out
March, April and May. I’ll just
skip straight

to June. Make a hole
in the ground so, I can pour in
the rain. I’ll build a pool, swim
and sip champagne. Every “no”

I’ll add a “d” so, they’ll all
Nod at me. Life is play if
you tweak a thing or two. It’s like
rockets in my shoes!