A frog
Is like a dog

It’s got a body
That goes potty

But it won’t shout
For you to take it out

Will only croak
After a tennis shoe poke

Fertilize your garden
“I beg your pardon”

A bit more privacy
Than unblushing Daisy

Another grunt another heave,
another boulder on the wall.
I wipe mind's sweat with my sleeve.
The barricade is growing tall.

I wonder is it tall enough.
Are all of the joints tight and strong?
I worry about all this stuff
and all the things which might go wrong.

For this wall has consumed my life
ever since I was a child.
Long before I wed my wife,
before my love of all things wild,

Finding ourselves
By losing ourselves
In movies & in math
Isolating our variables
& cutting the lights in half

As we set ourselves in obscurity
We start to burn as we watch others shine
& only figure out what we're equal to
As we lose all to the other side
Of the equal sign

Finding ourselves
By losing ourselves
In movies and in math
Determining types of characters
And plotting data on charts and graphs

Walking the ramp
in my red stunning dress
half uncovering
lovely curves
all lights were directly
focused at the centre stage
the distant guys
could also see
all were staring
deeply hopefully

One became the cynosure
of all visuals
this alone only
did the dancer believe

suddenly a large crowd
in the farthest distance
laughed and clapped
as her ankle twisted

it hammered my mind
they were not gazing at me
but on the bar lady

this weather
is like a mirror

my soul is crisp
like the
autumn air

changing, I swear

I am shedding
the past
like dead leaves

the sky is now
gauze

bandages
on my healing heart

after three quarters
of a year
of doleful rain

a relationship lost
internal pain

I am ready
in a gypsy way

to move on

I stroll along the shoreline
my hair now turned to grey
waves whisper at these feet
it is almost break of day

Ahead a young girl walking
with long and golden hair
turning she watches her footsteps
slowly disappear

Her clear blue eyes fill with sadness
not to be matched by my own
for mine are old and tired
from what they have been shown

Side by side passed the lighthouse
that had stood steady all of this time
it's ever winding staircase
that I was destined to climb

Every leaving
Is a coming

Summer ends
And we mourn

No longer laying
Beneath the fiery stars
On our backs

But orange and yellow
Stars are now falling
On our heads

When the world
Sheds its skin

A new adventure
Begins

When in Loneliness think of me

In the loneliness
solitude of time
just think of me
a friend of thine
upon my shoulders
lay your head and weep
if you wish to instead
and
when your tears flow dries
you will then know
how loneliness too also flies
and
a smile shall come upon your face
as when a lonesome stranger
like me the face you try to trace
in the mirrors of time
and
the shadows of life
when ever you are ever in strife
think about me and my lonely life

Life…

I look forward
to my daily
horizon

when I'm horizontal
in bed
and my spirit
takes on the vertical

omens of things
to come
unfettered dreaming

my subconscious
coming out of
the clown car
of my brain

a day or more's
worth
of inward rumination
fears I didn't
fully feel

a million remarkable
photos and possibilities

the future
is a horizon
like that, too

peopled
with the most
fantastic
characters