I turned to face them
One hundred grey seals
Two hundred flippers
Signalling intense approval
Hand covers bruise
I’m holding something precious
It wanted to be found
Riddles at the lake
Lives at stake
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.
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.
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 short hours.
The sun might win.
I must concentrate.
No I must not concentrate
because this task does not call
I am required to do something
which will be acceptable only if it
is done so as if it wasn't required.
I refuse to be the hare to the sun's
Petty duelings with nature.
It is on the tip of my tongue I tell
I am terribly sorry but...aha!
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
Not a medicine
Not a doctor
Notwithstanding, it is both medicinal and prescribed
A waddling pixel
Hands make ripples
Over the hills
A digital quack
From far away
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 is it playful?
I will continue to dream, for dreams are seeds.
I am a seed.
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 to win
today I have nourishment
constantly opposites united
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,