Trains don’t have to stop
They are on their way to somewhere

Just like you and I

They don’t have to stop
Neither do you or I

Or they can

Just like you
Not I

Noticing as the sun
Slips into the edges
Of the sea
the illusion of getting
bigger
as
it disappears
so the moon
can reappear
in the ever changing
mood of the night sky

If I saw someone I didn’t like
And I bopped him on the head from behind
and then hid him in the basement.
Would you tell on me?
If I bopped him on the head and put rocks in his socks
and dumped him in the river
Would you tell on me?
If you asked me what I was thinking
And I told you, then I bopped you on the nose
Would you tell on me?
Unless of course
You did not ask me what on my mind
and in which case I would not have to bop you on the nose
or tell you that what I thinking
which is the bopping with the hiding in the basement
rocks in socks into the river thought.
So next time you want to ask me what’s on my mind
You will at least hesitate so I won’t have to bop on the nose
and say I told you so.

i just wanted
to listen to your voice
the voice i hadn’t heard
in a long time
a quick hello, good bye
just a moment of your time

Sea rushing in and around
my walk with the waves’
crashing roar pulling me near

I am exceptionally cute old lady
except when I back into your car
I am an exceptionally cute old lady
except when I don’t know where I am or who you are
I am an exceptionally cute old lady
except when parking in your space
It didn’t have your name on it nor was it written on your face
I am an exceptionally cute old lady
Oh you say you didn’t lose weight
Perhaps it is because you are standing and
Perhaps I have gotten deaf and shorter
Or it is all settling into one place.
I am an exceptionally cute old lady
And I know you think so too
So you really don’t mind
If I push in front of you.
I am an exceptionally cute old lady and
forgetful too.
But with all those little old lady things
I have a whim to do
At the end of the day
You’d want to be forgetful too

I am stuffing all my pockets
with all the Hugs and Kisses
that you are sending my way
There are so many of them
I know I will never run out of
room and what I really want to say
is when my pockets are full
I will take all those Hugs and Kisses
I will take them in my arms and squeeze them
until they overflow unto the floor and then I will
spread them all around and make room for more.

It is raining
And the voice of the wind
is rattling and whistling at my window
Asking to be let in
to the thoughts that float
thorough my head
listening to the wind’s
lullabye as I drift off to sleep

Walking
along the
river path
in the late afternoon light
quiet thoughts on
the museum steps
watching as dusk
falls upon the city.

Jailbird Momma and DinoMan decided it was
time to go on the lam
So they both nabbed a cab
and headed South to Pyjama Land
And when they got there
Surprise surprise
The Immutable Law of the Sheriff Abba was
EVERYONE takes a nap in Pyjama Land
Busted flat
Not willing to take a nap
They both came back..
And that was that

( does not matter how you want to spell pyjama
you can still get busted and STILL have to take a nap.)