Those birds I ponder near my house
Have holes in trees as flitter mouse,
Except they flitter through the day.

Such grating songs they always play,
Part cuckoo screeches calling loud,
All arrogance and preening proud.
Right rudely do they guard the nests-
Rough arguments; effusive pests.
Oh, sparrows are a noisome bunch
When break my fast and spoil my lunch.

And when of wind they might run dry,
Nowhere is there a silent sigh.
Damn chickadees now chide and bitch.

IT WAS IN YOUR EYES
LAST NIGHT I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU
I CAN NOT DENY IT BUT YES
YOU MAKE ME HAPPY

A DAY GOES BY AND I ASK WHERE ARE YOU
A ROCK OF A SOFT SPOT IS WHAT YOU ARE
YOU ARE THE AWESOME WEATHER EVERYONE LOVES
WHAT DO YOU TO BE IN ME?
FRIENDSHIP HAS A BOND BUT NOT LIKE THIS
THE FEELING YOU GIVE ME IS PLEASURE
INSIDE YOU BREAK ME UP

IF ONLY I COULD SEE THE FUTURE
I WOULD OPEN IT AND PUT YOU IN IT
YOU ARE A PLACE BEYOND WONDERLAND
I CALL BY A NAME

Echo
we listen in the mists
wrapped
the dark attractant
brilliant
surrounded
with halos
dream flakes

Mirror times

Wake me
Lucky Strike
vibrant
like a chord
plucked in
the depths
of resonant
chambers
rounds
held in the palms
of faith
like cold hands
upon hot hearts

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Nothing To Lose ( take 3 ) https://youtu.be/yHkHDxzwrLQ

Few are born with a silver spoon
less will fly to the far flung moon
some of the people
may climb that steeple
but most will remain out of tune.

With wealth that is sown up and stitched
and populous nations bewitched
there are many folk
who's lives are no joke
both chained up and poverty hitched.

The wind gasped a final breath
like a devil reeling, fresh out of hell.
The grains of sand lay reticent
and fought with laziness
as they awaited new instructions.
Her eyes turned from green to yellow to red
as the weeds forgot how to tumble.
My skin began to char
as I waited at her stoplight
and the cannibals formed a buffet line;
each paying $6.95 for a piece of flesh
and three sides.
She gave one of them their money back
because they found a piece of my hair in their meal.

Calamity
you've grown in the sadness
lingering
Like a shade of yesterday
through the stair windows

Wander

star guttered
snow fallen
drenched
in its salted
drink
like old tears
spells and fears
shivering
your warmth
alive
in loops
of dreams
where the sun
blazes on your
shaded
forehead beneath
the bangs
your fingers
digging
like fangs
and the waves
in the green
shades
walking
in from the East

Tok-odio-dioooo! Summoned the troupe
Responses came like echoes
Playgrounds witnessed get-togethers
In praise of the Great Architect
For the gift of moon and her light

Stories of tortoise in exploits
Brave lion caught in his greed
Smart wise saying had their leads
Lessons of the ages embedded in them
Convention of healthy culture preserved

"moonlight on the snow slips in sideways
dreamlike
a dollhouse in a boxcar rolling south,
wandering too long, the cold saddens"

I am talking to myself, but the cats are sane

I huddle under 60 watts of halo
like a cop interrogation of the 50's
and the world as we know it
disappears into
the cropped
dark
edge

word games begin
re-assembling lies

deep I slide (so the scenario goes)
cursing my way downward
spitting torches from a gin soaked cigar

Suck me in your vortex
gorge me in those rapids
plunge me to the depths
grind me on the rolling stones
soak me in the orgasmic eruptions
to feel
what torments you
or is it
your coming of age
a celebration of teeming emotions
seeking release in a coitus
then meandering in the aftermath
with gentle waves wetting your loins
let me then tremble
with each ripple in your womb
to sense
your freedom from pubescence
and joy of riverhood
greening the pastures
let me be