Knocking on your door
Can I go back to that
what used to be mine
the grass by the stream
where I used
to dream
Where it all began

Can I go back?
Back to where it all began?

As she poked her head
Outside the door
I saw myself 40 years before
And I wanted to say
Don’t be fooled
If you must go
Go, don’t stay

It will be full of challenges
But your life will be better
that way

i have a gift for you
i know is not what
you wanted
or expected
but is it what i wanted
to give to you
a gift of less for more

French horn
in the park
On the bench
Two days beard
a few notes
Waiting
for anyone to listen

empty pockets

if I come back another day
will you?
be there

Living a life
with purpose and reasonable
focus
is better than
living a life
without

and that means
every day at
4pm we are
having ice cream

M&M’s and Bourbon

Sigh

Do M&Ms and Bourbon
REALLY need a poem
I think
M&Ms and Bourbon
can and will stand
on their own

unlesssssss
of course
strawberries
are in season

in which case
we will eat them
until they ooozzzzze
from our eyes

annnd we will not need a reason

She is very enthusiastic
about her sitting behavior

I am going to smack her in the head
and then she is going to wish
she had decided that
she is going to sit still
instead

The youthful enthusiasm of bouncing high pitched women
sitting in a booth
is only surpassed by my sarcastic desire
to quietly enjoy my meal
without going for an unsolicted wagon ride

with bumps

I like eating oatmeal
with a long ice tea spoon
it just feels so EL LE GHENT
I like eating MY oatmeal
with a long ice tea spoon
and the feeling
does not
cost me
a
cent

When I die it  will not be by Hospice
or a Mugging in the Dark

Death will be by
Floating Out to Sea
and Getting Eaten by a Shark

And when my little tootsies are
washed up on the shore
you will know your little
darling is alive no more

You might be sad
But maybe not
All that will be left of me
will be a place to put
my socks

So think fondly of me
as one thinks so fondly
of wives after they decompose
And you can say
the last I ever saw of her
was her feet and toes

Busy little man
with little tippy toes
doing silly little things
that make you say
NO! No! no!

Busy little fingers
doing many silly things
Turn your back
AND
they are doing it again

Boys like trucks
and snails, snakes, dirt
and such

They like mud
between their
toes
And stand up peeing
with no clothes

Boys like trucks

They like drinking beer,
farting and such

Boys like trucks

I think you can
fill in the blanks
why you love them
so much

Boys and trucks