Opening slowly
Scanning the light
drifting in the wind
thoughts
before the day begins

The sun was riding low
Clouds streaking in the sky
Colors of the twilight beckoning my eye
Pounding, rolling waves filled my ears and
Pouring into my soul
Finishing the day on the sea in the cold

The slippey slidedy man on the HaGaton
Looking for some slippey slidey slippers
to try on
Old ones are ratty he tried to make them last
Had to ask permission to put them in the trash

Slippey slidedy slipper man on the Ha Gaton
Buying new slippers and bringing them home.

Doing a little mambo dance with his black slippers on

The black little slippers he bought on the Ha Gaton

“I like them,I want them ,I need them , I luff them!”
Is the refrain of the “3 ” that is being passed around
As you recall at “2” he was the
Angry Rhinoceros of great renown.
He has clearly changed his tactics to
a more straight forward indisputable approach.
However, he does digress to a screaming
bird attack if his persuasion is reproached.

“I like them, I need them, I want them, I luff them.”
Can be applied to anything….especially
if he wins.

Of course, if he didn’t,
he would not be him.

There she was as I sat
praying mantis on her hat
There it was on her head
And the little voice inside mine said
‘no, no, no…that is a place you
must not go. if you do it will be a
told you so. How many times have I told you

not to do that?

Just leave the bug on the ladies’ hat.”

So I did.

Tell me about sand
hot,cold,shifting,sifting,wet,dry,on over
and between your toes….windswept….sand in your hair….shapes…castles and holes
a place to find shells and rocks for skipping
though the waves anytime day or night
to go walking hand in hand…..Sand.

is this considered poetry or poems
as i wander through the day
writing down my thoughts as they
wander in my way

i am not writing
i am just streaming
words that flow out as
i am dreaming

reaching out and catching words
as they float me by
like many imaginary birds
flying in the sky

Children childing
Acting childlike in the street
Acting childish
behind the mask
Can we be be like that ?
Could that be you or me

Train at night
Swiftly moving windows in the dark
Cars watching
Practically standing still

“We Mend Everything Except Broken Hearts”

Was what the sign said
but the advice was for free

The mending was just to pass the time
she just wanted to talk to you and me

She was short , round
bohemian
smiling graveling voice
cigarettes smoked to use for fixing
ashes flying
gesticulating to make a point

The mending was just to pass the time
the advice was for free