Yellow petals
crumbled
in my palm
not holding on
scattered
to the wind

Silence
Breathing
Feeling
Waiting
Musing
Creating

I am sending you shells
from the beach
I want you to come visit
But you are not within reach
But a shell, when it appears
at your door
You will know who it is from
and what it is for

Come listen to the waves
and the sound as they crash
at the shore

Come to my home and
knock at my door

And I will let you
in and together we can listen
my dear friend

I have decided that
I am not going to live to be 100
At least not today
I think I will wait until
I lose all my teeth and
maybe my hair turns
grey
But for now
all my teeth are mine
and my hair color too

I think living to 100 is
highly overrated
I think maybe it would be better
if this week we aimed for 92.

Unless of course you have a better number
No, well then for now
92 will just have to do

The feathers were having a party
They were tickling each other
all night
That is why my room is a mess

So you say that is inconceivable
Why ? It is conceivable
But just
Not believeable.

Not unless you want to
have the REAL explaination
of why there are feathers
everywhere.

Think fast,
Your choice.

What I was just thinking is
I would visit you today
Just a quick walk past
your home
Wave, quick as a wink,
and then be on my way

But then I realized
‘oh this is insane”
You live in Philadelphia
and I would have to get
on the fly over, quick drive by plane

So I am just back to thinking the
thought that vibes fly through the
air

So here is the thought
Hoping it gets to you way over there.

There are Random Thoughts
that Rambo through
They could be yours
But more than likely
they are mine
Why are you laughing
Then you looked at me and said

There are just so many silly
Thoughts that run through
my head

And they are certainly
worth laughing about

As long as I don’t say them
out loud
That means I have to keep the
thought
about the “alleged dead body under the bed”
Just exactly where it belongs

In my head

And stop reading detective stories
late at night
with a flashlight in bed.

I am going to give
hugs and kisses
and tomatoes on your
head
Actually because I love you
so much
I am going make a
tomato mayo sandwich
with lettuce
And hide it under your bed

Not a good idea.

Nevermind then.

Make your own midnight snack.

Ahem,
It is the
Director of Dementia
again
Today I am in charge
of thoughts that
come out of nowhere
and have no beginning
and no end
Like little speckled pearl pea fowls
little heads full of absolutely
nothing
stuck clucking and cooing
in the middle of the road
Does that make any sense to you….?
What did I just say….

I can’t believe that thought just happened
I think is best that I just go away

My newly designated job
is Dementia
Which really is just fne
It just means I get to smile
at people, maybe complain a little
( or alot) and have the option to sometimes
or never be on time
I can wander off and leave a mess
and pretend I didn’t know
or even decide to run away
“go out of town”
and not let anybody in on where I decided
to go
( As if there was really any clear plan at hand)

There is no experience or expertise needed
And there are certainly little or no expectations
And for sure because there is heavy turnover
there are many positions vacant
So click here if you want to work
with me
It should prove to be fun
If my new job is to be the Director of Dementia
There should be more people
who can apply
so I am not the only one.