feel the warmth of the sun
as I wrap my arms around you
like wings to keep you in my thoughts

and may this  always carry you
forward in the times
when you stand as one

Divinely Diva out on the town
Martini in hand
Wearing a silver gown
Coming ’round the corner
Looking for the Chill
If you don’t think she is heading for
your house
Guess again
Oh yes she can
and yes she will
Drank all the booze at her house
Coming back for more
If she knocks
Don’t open up the door
She gots money in her silver purse
She can buy more at the store

I am standing with my back against the closet door
I want to keep the monsters in
I know they will sneak out
Once I walk away

“Oh it’s all in your head,” you say

Ah yes, perhaps that is why I want to keep
them in the closet
Better there than when I am asleep
to have them hiding under my bed

Which means…
well you know what that means
And that is better left unsaid.

as it blows across the grasses
bending with the wind

The Rule of Nines
Wins all the time
If I could remember what it was
I would always be on time
But instead I try to figure
if it is and what could be
And generally speaking
that just slows me down and gets me
worried and spinning
driven by centrifugal force
that puts me off center
from where I supposed to be
looking for the outside answers
instead of inside of me.

Little lost mitten
lying on the ground
waiting for the other
one to come back around

“Oh you are lost!”
“Come home with me,
now that you’ve been found”

But not having had chance to meet a
lost mitten that talks

it is a little hard to say
what is thought about

in the passing of a
day.

Kissing grandsons
Is done best if they are asleep
Sneaking up the steps quietly and
Swiftly just to take a peek
then softly swooping,
land a kiss on the the left cheek then the right
then circling back to take a look
gently planting another one
just like the first

Just remember in order for this to be done right
It has to be done at night
When no one else is looking
No one else in sight

Waiting for the rain
So I can wear my yellow rain coat
And wander on the beach
waving to the fishermen
casting their nets to the sea

The waking of the morning
The scattering of the darkness
of the atmosphere’s never changing
heaviness
Standing still
Listening

Breathing slowly
Quietly

There once was a little girl
who had caterpillars on her head
she didn’t think they were caterpillars
or at least that is what she said
until much to her surprise one day
they turned into BUTTERFLIES
and flew away

So what is really true
about this story is really
hard to say
But you COULD but only if you
WANTED
Put caterpillars on your head
to see if they might consider
it a likely place to stay

but only if you wanted