talk to me
like
a dog or
canary
like
a 2nd grade teacher
or
a nasa
engineer
an artist
or
just a guy
drunk
in a chair

just
a girl
in
a closet
trying
to write a
poem

god was here
paying me a visit

honored really
that you would
take the time so
please
do not leave

stay
you can work from
here

sitting bull
advancing
being his wife

al capone would
wave at my grandfather
on his way to church

pocahontas was a
true story
and ants live in
colonies

you would think by
now they would
have invented
bullets and bombs

buddha found the
right tree otherwise
i wonder

as jesus christ gathers
his 12 apostles
for
a last supper

i am lucky today
i am

quit that
overthrow yourself
with love and
kindness

they laugh because
i live a very sheltered
life free from
everything

this
compound will hold
mostly scientists

this one with windows
holding art

the nice one
with
water fountains
lodges banking

there will be
movies
showing
warm days spent
walking
on the beach

almost
3 days ago
went
to the store to
buy some
strawberries and
plums

she was on the
corner holding a
sign had a bowl
of water for
the dog wearing scarf

the guy who
i guess
owned the corner
told her
you can’t stay here

so
she took the dog
and her sign and
went
somewhere else
left me to wonder

it’s a madhouse
and wherever you and
your dog wearing scarf
went
i am with you

will it ever
change
will it ever
feel
like it’s right
knowing
this very lonesome
part
and the view
and the memory
and the town
now
a big city
in flux

will you ever change
will you ever
believe
have a garden
plant a tree
feed
all the wild
birds

said nothing
did less than
more

remember
how this day feels

am
here to applaud

in
just a few weeks
you will
look like that

everything evolving
a painting
almost done

tomorrow
when
the sun shines

here we are
miles apart
luck would have
us seeing clearly
thru the mind’s eye

yours and mine

together at last
feeling the shame of
thoughtlessness

hold me hold my
hand feel the fingers
as they reach for
your dignity

clearify lust
let it die
let it come back
angelic and pure

how
can anything be
so giving

i was trained
to be
a monkey on a
leash
dancing circles
accordian secured
by a strap to
my chest

then
i began
to play

mine and yours
and the tennessee
moonlight
waltz