On the odd days
I am even
On the even days
I am odd

And the other days
that there are not too many of
I can usually decide by noon.

Rained like nobody’s business today
Nobody but you know who and mine
Cleaned my dirty windows just fine
Cleared my head and dusted my soul
Understanding we are here to make the
Best of our time.

A poet’s creative urges
must be realized
An omen of great hope
borne on the wings of the black bird
near the sea
after dawn

Cold Women need hot men
Oh wait wrong audience…
let me start again
Cold women….wait
let me make a presentation
from my (tongue in cheek)
honest little Irish heart
A hot water bottle
for any woman on a
cold night MIGHT be worth more
than what I said before..

I was watching myself

sleeping in my sleep
thinking thoughts so deep
in the quiet waters surrounding
the island of my time.

The time I take to sit
and think what it
is that I want to do
in the quiet of my mind

I want to make the best of
what it is
what is before my time

I was here
You were not
Knocked on your doors
They were locked
I walked
Away

We will have to
meet another day

I found your expiration date
it is written on the bottom
of your foot
You can’t see it because
it is written in invisible ink
And besides I am the only
one who knows where to look

Imagine being curious about
Was and Is
A child is always is because they use their imagination
bringing was into the is
An adult never is, always was and could have been

I am a swimmer
The water is me
I live by the beach
down by the sea
I swim in the pool, in lakes
and the sea
I am a swimmer
The water is me

Oh, what a lovely surprise
I seem to recall having seen
where they were way up there before
Those eyebrows were way up there
on someone I knew
Last time they were surprisingly brown

And now they are even more surprisingly

blue