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I’m quite impressed
to see
that robin redbreast
(and without apology)
has made her nest
in my backyard’s apple tree—
with some finesse
(or its facsimile)—
outside my bedroom
window …
as robin broods
such dainty eggs,
she hides her legs—
and has me biding time
in limbo
oh, by the way!
Mother Nature deigned,
on this very day,
to do something harebrained …
without once asking me:
she rained!
on my whim, and then caprice,
I implored her twice to cease,
which thought both times
she politely entertained;
though in each instance she
thoughtlessly refrained—
and with a wicked smile
much wider than a mile,
she rained!
Love is like a snow storm
It starts…it ends…but always comes back
Love is an annoying date….
He wants to meet her badly
desperate is he to forge an intimate union
with the woman he daily worships.
He, becomes she, and she slaps
some skin upon his bony face,
time for him to leave, and for she
to join the human race.
He has succumbed to the she skeleton,
he’s touching the mystery of the she
I am the King and Queen of Demonic Chaos
I seek, then I build and admire, then I destroy
The dreams and lives of so many unsuspecting people.
Creating destruction is my greatest pleasure
I drink in the pain that I have given so freely
I get high on the blood and tears that I have introduced
Into the lives of those who don’t know my name.
"midair"
sealed violets fell from
the worn accordion on deck
blue eyed man, the dusted
hat leaving blank spaces–
blanket statements,
you might say
black as the rail you
leapt from, sailor
shoes damp with confetti
the threaded roses of
blurry nights picked
at random, the smell
of blossomed gin unfolding
into your ripe red nose,
No one can hide in mid-air.
while we’re trippin’
round the desert here
and dyin’ of thirst,
we must persevere …
p’raps some water will,
by magic, soon appear …
this weather’s too
extremely sere …
I’ll forge ahead
while you bring up the rear,
my precious darlin'
sweetheart dear
lively salent
oh, Miss Asedgtables!
I do candidly swear that
if you, indeed, were
crackerjack with vegetables
and took your proper turn
at wild-plant edibles,
you’d show impressive talent
for Macon lively salent
(Author’s note:
In the spirit of holy nonsense
(and of hallowed fun), the kind
I love so dearly, I took here
wonder
Sequrity
beauty flowers sunsets storm clouds and seeing shaPES AND PICTURES IN THEM
awe seeing night sky, stars,being shown a comet. full moon,star galaxies,Knowing earthquakes fear of war
loving fear experiences of growing up loss loving slowly maturing accepting things other than perfection finding almost perfection
Children utterly perfection. life sometimes stressful beyond endurence but not really
The days of time and wonder,
We were like fireflies.
I remember it clearly,
That summer and the rain.
We were children back then,
In the suburbs,
On the outer rim of consumerism.
Creating and exploring.
Memories drift,
Perhaps like the wind,
Catching us unaware.
It seems like time changes in a heartbeat
I remember a house,
A temperature,
The heat
That summer we were children.