I turned to face themJaw cascadingOne hundred grey sealsTwo hundred flippersRubbery pancakesSignalling intense approval Uttering torpedoes Hand covers bruiseI’m holding something preciousIt wanted to be foundRiddles at the lakeLives at stake
Category Archives: Poetry
Fifty Dollar Bills
Chalk and coffee have won again, Milkshakes have spilled, Tell me, what is today’s blend?Is it from Italy? Brazil? Tick tock I say,For I am in demand,Another clown-less bus today,They never travel sad. Faulty wax on display, Talk show on wheels,I’m holding a goat-milk latte,And fifty dollar bills.
Monkey Mind
Chomping by the willow tree in the foothills of Mt. Delicious. Furious flying fish fighting for fantastic fishy fantasy. Grizzly bear teeth bore through the castle wall, and farewell king. Monkey minds ebb and flow like nodes in symphony.
The Word
Oh good, I was was worried you wouldn’t come out all this way for something so…well I suppose I should just come out and say it. It is…wait…forgive me but at this moment it escapes me. Perhaps if I relax my mind it will surface – just as the sun will in a few shortContinue reading “The Word”
Therapy
Doing speaks to the voices of doubt Speaking is a round-about Knowing is not for tongue nor mouth It appears when all is taken out
Jelly
Trustworthy Truthful Transparrent Not a medicine Not a doctor Notwithstanding, it is both medicinal and prescribed
Digital Quack
Step step A waddling pixel Zero one Dimensional fabric Hands make ripples Over the hills A digital quack From far away
Me
I dream, plot, and wish many things. I enjoy each of these activities equally. Yet lately this is less so. Like rubber without road, I am Peter Pan. I mean we all like to dine on our most desired. I laugh as delight turns slowly into disgust. I wonder if it is serious. Or isContinue reading “Me”
Good Friday
blues and jazz in the garden prawns are finally as delicious as they are cheap only the air is fresher opportunity is for my belly crying out for my spotlight in this atmosphere anything has promise strung out from a long week of undefined achievements aim with me to always be winning but never toContinue reading “Good Friday”
Sailing
Widely revered and so worthy of time, Greetings are boats; so subject to design, My boat is afloat with other afloat boats, On a sea of exchange from gestures to jokes, Sailors don’t care who sails the most, The joy of sailing is the goal, Sincerely, Your host