Sunning on a rock
In a blink of his eye
gone……

Sitting on the edge

Snackered as can be

I  think it might be catching

so don’t sit too close to me.

Mad as Hatter swimming in a cup of

Magic Tea.

Once again be careful don’t come too

close to me.

Once again I am snackered you can spread me

on a cracker or like peanut butter between two

pieces of burnt toast.

Of course it is amusing

my friends are suffering from the illusion

that I am normal as normal as can be.

That is why they think it is okay that I have been

invited to a wedding of the Royal Family that is

being shown on T.V.

Yes, I am snackered as snackered as can be.

Small gray bird

Tall green grass

Pouncing gray paw

almost

dinner.

I am going outside to walk the trash

Don’t follow me it is raining

You will melt and that will be

the last time you will ask

me where I am going when

I go walk the trash.

The trash needing emptying

it was plain to see but no one empties

the trash but me.

So please do not follow me when I am walking the trash

(don’t laugh, dear)

in the rain you will melt and all that will be left of

you will be your brain (on the sidewalk)

Peanut Brittle
Crispy crunch
My Grandpa always ate it.

Other things that always were
Other than the sun and the moon
Minute and half timed eggs with a
Pocket watch very carefully and
Beer and pretzels at noon.

Sidleling up to my dear Grandpa
Beer intent in mind please give me
a pretzel will crunch it in soldier’s
timing eggs in the back garden
watching  legs swing
Sundial keeping time

Here’s to my Dad

Who always encouraged me in my dreams
and aspirations
And never made me feel that I was
Less or more than anyone else
Along the way

Broken wineglass
One wedding
Broken picture glass of the Kotel
Need to pray for another wedding
Broken gravy boat
Vegetarian coming for dinner?

Road by the sea
Gusting
Hunkering down
against the wind
Wait
Yellow flowers bending
Gently swaying
Relaxing
Opening up to the wind
Less resistance now
Carrying on down the road

Sticky sweet dripping
tart orange
warm
buttermelting
ummmmmmdelicious.

There is a little bug
So tiny you can not see
And it hangs on the inside
of the leaves of the Jiggle Bug Tree.
This little Worry Bug
It Jiggles and it Shakes
Waving on the breeze of the
Jiggle Bug Tree

Woory, oh woory does not
Anywhere one get
Shaking on the branches of the
Jiggle Bug Tree

All the energy for growing and
making money too is spent
shaking on the branch of the Jiggle Bug Tree

What we tell ourselves
On the inside is what we
Get on the out, hanging on,
Hanging on,
On the branch of the Jiggle Bug
Tree.

The Jiggle Bug Tree has worry leaves that block the sunlight out,
We create them with our mind,
hanging from the Jiggle Bug Tree

I thought I lost my rhyming
Mo Jo but ’tis very clear to see
It is not lost, but it is where it has always
Been
Inside of me.