Water is the space between the
Sky and the Earth Swimming at
night in the Mediterranean takes

a place
in the lap of the surreal….

holding my breath

floating

on the black edges of
the waves

an outdoor man
can be found in
every city and every town

he has no home
he has no phone
he has no bills
he has plenty of time to kill

the outdoor man
he is living in the street

he has no place where to be
no he is not like you and me
as we rush here and there

as he sits and sits and sits
in his chair that he found somewhere

he places his chair in the road in the
entrance by the sea

the outdoor man he sits in
chair by the sea looking

not

like you or me

Quilts are
like a hug at the end
of the day when
you are tired and there
is nothing to say.

Just wrap it around
you,  sneak into bed
fluff up your pillow
and lay down your head

The feel of a quilt made
with love is just every
bit as good as a hug

You are smothercating me
You are stepping on my toes
You are tooooo close
You are breathing through my nose
You are looking through my eyes
You are repeating what I say
You are boddering me
Please go away!

When I am Mad
I think of all things
I don’t like about you
and I save them until
I am GOOD and MAD

You bug me , you make me
crazy, you are boring, you
never refill the ice tray
things that wander around in my head
and get in the way of me having a nice
day because if I didnot think them I would
probably like you the best anyway

(but then again the thought of
rolling you around in poison ivy
when I am really MAD is r-a-t-h-e-r
tempting)

The lure of the sea at night
midnight colored waves
tipped white in the light
of the moon no tides existing
to make it high or low
midnight blue is the lure of the sea’s
darkness not letting me go

Timeless man
he has a wandering in his soul
he never looks back
and he never looks old
Being in time as it is has no
Pull to or fro
The pull that make the wrinkles grow

Timeless in the moment of now

Waking from the sleeping room
slipping outside to watch the cacti bloom

Come and sit with me
As we share our dreams and thoughts
in the sea
We have done this so many times before
We are weather beaten and worn
As we dangle our legs in the sea
Just you and me
just you and me.

Twine wrapped around the
corks of his heart
Tugging the imagination
to be stilled by the black and white
of his mind
imagining what it is like to be
read like an open newspaper
with the decisions of what
happened yesterday