On slender days

When air is scarce.

And the sun is oblivious

On a blanketed day

When smog is the menace

And air is unvictorious

I sit a wonder why

Los Angelis is my home

And yet gleaming lights

Twinkle through the maze of fog

And you are there

Somewhere beyond my vision

And your warming love

Slices through the sheets

Of blindness

Then I know though man made

I can endure

Los Angelis

Oh, my poor dear Ann,

She’s so badly hurt.

You go on ahead, dear Burt.

Just don’t you worry—

And do not tarry.

I’ll take caravan

And unhurt Mary.

I hold distinct advantage

O’er that vegetarian bird

Who’s on the wing.

For my good health, I can eat

The stinging nettle;

But firstly I make use

Of boiling water

To blunt the nettle’s sting.

fighting diabetes

with canoe and paddle

seems to be

an ongoing daily battle.

it appears I’m winning,

I am sad to say,

so I am forced to live

at least another day.

right fine turns of phrases

warrant proper praises—

and at times job raises,

something that amazes.

no, I don’t love you;

and I think, in view

of that, it just

might behoove you

not to love me, too.

I lie unplugged

burnt out

confused

blown.

I lie unplugged

switched off

powerless

no surge.

I lie unplugged

no outlet

no light

Alone

in the dark.

Copyright 2007 JVS/ Spirit Song

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