Richmond, Virginia Art

 

Lady Bug

All the world's a little bit
compared to what's out there
a microscopic piece of script
a tear flung in the air.

A bubble in a bottle
or lady bug in space
I had one here
my little pet

she nearly was erased.

It was very upsetting
one moment she was here
and then my old fat finger
came down and squashed

her there.

Now I see the world's aflame
countries going down
apparently my little friend
is partying downtown.

All the world's a bitter place
made with bots and bows
bugs that talk about revenge
but are not angry long.

Backed up to a crevasse
I am the mad Baggins
but surely goodness mercy
will help us start again.

My lady wears a helmet now
and runs off when I wave
that's the way we roll
through here


homebound round our lamp shade.

Choosing Dreams

Writing is a dream perhaps

for those who enjoy night
the paths diverge and words
emerge just before daylight. 

Bed remains so neatly turned
the moon presides o'er sleep
someone thought I am the boss
of when I choose to flee.

Retirement a blessing
dreaming when you want
if you have a wife permits
this odd accoutrement.

I would not take this path
"methinks" ? pull words from
out of where...

if I lived alone would be
a risk too much to bear.

They say we are at 4 a.m.
well suited for the task
astronauts of little rooms
ceilings that disappear.

Glass is gone forever
shingles might be bad
risk is ever present
but so is joy

beware.

This path been going on awhile
it leads to other things
I notice dreams will cozy up
and kiss real thoughts
waking.

Romance is for all mankind
we find it wild within
walking down the road
at night

the sky writ large
inside. 

 

Plums In The Night

I watch you watch the television

and know that you are fine
resting after all the hours
working all the time. 

You think of things to do
stay busy
I think of things to don't
together we are everyone

Turtle Born

Elder folks do travel
like turtles being born
head out to the water
try to stay untorn.

Not eaten by the seagulls
delicious taco food
turtles go religiously
using waggle moves.

To the deep, cool waters
sky way up above
avoiding the Alzheimers
go back to school! In love!

Photo From Virginia Beach

Out of the City Too

There is some land behind the house
sky and fields and trees
crescent moon this time of month
no chimes, still air, no breeze.

Go out to the deck tonight
throw the locks and walk
there into the sky in flight
leave the cluttered house.

Eternity and life outside
forever and away
sitting in a folding chair
even try to pray.

Listen to the silence
breathe the cool night air
everyone is sleeping now
neighbors, horses, bears.

Three a.m. and back in bed
didn't leave the room
better just to rest awhile
in this familiar tomb.