I woke in the middle of the night with a swift hitting cat paw on my back I remember five times tap tap tap tap tap... but I was not alarmed my beautiful boy wasn't there I sat back in my chair the next day and an invisible tail whisked by touching my leg and… Continue reading my beautiful boy
when darkness falls look to the light of love illuminating your pit of darkness bathed in doggie and kitty hugs and kisses.
brown bunny hopping chocolate foil droppings real gazing mop isn't it marshal Louie? cooking rabbit stewing... caught them on the rail turned gourmet eating snails.
blue berries purple fairies what it is double gin fizz hit their nails with your head rising old rusty hammer dusty wind anything worth doing sawdust in your eyes.
I hung a bird feeder up the other day plenty of seed hanging high they sure make a mess of it scattered all over the patio my feathered friends come and go as they please plain birds, the blue, yellows and the red peck at the seeds, go to wash and flutter in my bird… Continue reading birds
we love our old fashioned simpler times our best days gone those behind us old movies our music our memories of school this was our time captured in a frame we know things were better way back in the day and wish we could return and everyone young will have their day and when they… Continue reading we love our old fashioned
I got lost within the arms of trees and found myself well again warmed in their leafy clenches you can weep there and are understood it is there you are required to be your worst self free of criticism and ridicule leave living an ordinary life to the dull and hapless for I'd rather be… Continue reading dull and hapless
I didn't know I made you into someone else a clay man molded you wished you could have saved me and been my hero and you never knew you already were I left this world young becoming eternal as I drifted through the ether where there is no time you had become older and a… Continue reading stranger
walk down the root cracked sidewalks and howl at the moon your naked lunch is being served cold on the potholed road to San Francisco pull out your pocket full of poems under the city lights and shout you must sell all your stuff to live in your California have you seen their supermarkets and… Continue reading Back to Greenwich Village
you may have looked for me as I drink well hidden among the cactus flowers it is sunset and I raise my cup to our great sun falling and glorious new moon rising for strange things happen when drunk in how nature has told me she wants me to be I sit in my chair… Continue reading drunk in nature’s garden