Looking back when
I was dating
legally again
remembering
the moments
just thinking 4am.
Days are nights without the cell
getting lost and running
love is like a friend without
a separate place and money.
Quackers
It's a baby duck good morning
rainy dark and cold
the babes should be
inside the barn
heater nearby
turned on.
I pointed out to father
one day at the store
Playboy magazines
for sale
when I was about 4.
Smiling person on the cover
reminded me of mom
and I remember thinking
they don't wear clothes
that's dumb.
Dad thought it was funny
and I was happy then
being a self taught
sandbox artist
and comedian.
I must have talked with mom as well
for out there on the lawn
next day a pile of magazines
the trash man took up front.
Rainbow ***
There's a promise in the sky
been there for awhile
calling out the likes of me
naive, Sunday'd and riled.
Weeds will blossom in warm weather
with utter disregard
history, wars and education
beatings and old bars.

Fix Ups ***
To all the things just hang around
don't fall just twist or rattle
rafters swinging by a nail
or poets like to prattle.
Not reading any books at all
nor comments on the wall
Silas Marner copy by
bent bookshelf near a fall.
Broken bricks on the front walk
weeds marathon the path
mailbox numbers falling off
car truly needs a bath.
Pollen, pollen everywhere
and not a thought to think
brain fog just returned again
and eyes can barely blink.
Free the cows and let them in
to take care of the grass
milk themselves create some treats
and serve themselves au gras
Clean up the environment
and old age as well
all the parts including we
conduits grounded
shells.
Comes a time when fix it
means not much I can tell
except to wander not
leave off
the spot inside the bell.
Lilliputians ***
I dream of flowers in the evening
dropped by running lovelies
who laugh and go while I
stay home rest in the chair
the limbs are very heavy.
Just like Lilliputians
tying arms and legs
then zip shut eyes
while I try
to hear tv dissembling.
The last stop before
"I'm out" is here
uncomprehending
joy
dealing with
the characters
who hide behind
our tears.
Old John Swift
did Gulliver
300 years ago
All his little buddies
lined up in a row
Lilly's are the best go to
they mulch the rest
and nature rules.
And then it's on to chasing
daisies run the woods
a tree fell down some years ago
butterflies love wood.
Come to think it looks like me
and there's the old brown chair
moss and whispers all of it
I can't describe
we will be free.
Is Life Lonely In The Country? ***
Retirement's not missing people
my people sleep nearby
4 am she's in the bed
making lullaby.
I won't say she's perfect but she is nearby
and so nearly perfect and of course
she's mine.
Ponder this a moment. Poem ponder play. Periods of messaging interspaced with space.
Okay back to when I said she's mine or some such thing.
The point:
If she is happy everything is fine.
Women wearing masks out there I see them in the stores. Men as well.
I hear the rest already. I hear dissatisfaction. I feel the avalanche of great pol grating malefaction. What is that word ? I feel it. Let's just share one notion.
I have her here already. She's sleeping so soundly. I married her take care of her protect and entertain her. She's people and I love her or as I like to say:
I love people or most clearly would if I had a heart. She thinks I do have one but I'm not so sure.
Oh sure!!
There! You see. Comments. Short and sweet. So much chatter everywhere. It's time to go to sleep. Go see her say good-nite. Nose to nose without eyewear I notice
her face glows. It lights up radiant and kind (a smile) and eyes say a soul inside most precious and again nearby.
All the years come down to this. A fine woman
and a list of poems, prayers, and some perfect weather.
Great food prep also does some good although it puts on weight. Always there's a balance to it. Life is just that way. Go awhile and boom it's over. While the last line should not show up late.
We have a stationary bike
does not go down the road
and we as well in small circles
walk up our hill alone.
There are others with us
out corners of the eyes
texting little flashes
hits our parts inside.
Thoughts learn to be silent
feelings cast their fears
dreamers do not sleep at night
Years have left this train
beside the track while
others go
all the riders sliding by
one angel still on loan.
There are no others waiting
on the other side
except the one who built
the trains and sees
each one inside.
is sucked into a point
such the wand wants
all of us
the whole kablam
the joint.
Witchy waitress serving lunch
clearing off the tables
focus on elimination
not often found in fables.
One too many feeble tips
laughing out the door
raises up her little stick
whispers a few words.
Gone the nearby laundromat
third floor run down flat
station on the corner
red lights overhead.
Off the roof and in the clouds
bright blonde hair wild flowing
saluting nearby mountains
world watching sudden going.