One Thousand Pieces (day 1909)

Desire fills my heart into one thousand pieces
Memories, unfurling as if eyes were closing tightly
Around minute memories and love letters.
I’ve concluded the end is near,
My hands have become wrinkled and so sore with work.
I will leave a little letter sitting open
Beside the night table
Where all of my wishes will be laid out in bullet point form
Segmenting all I wished I had made, yet un-done.
Do not tarry long where footsteps make no noise,
Wild animals will moan at your sound
And terrors of your heart shall flutter on by
As leaves in the wind make passing comments.
And my waning crescent turns towards me
To reach it’s dagger-like fingers
Deep inside my once well lit thoughts, cavernous,
And lay the sign of Hermes upon my back
To mark the gathering of one thousand pieces.

Gypsy Slide (day 1907)

There are circles bouncing all around
Get out, get the animals calling loud
Running rhythm deep inside
Hallelujah ride my Gypsy slide

Soul rumbling to the left, begun
You are the guideline when rhythms on
Let loose all the fretting critters
Come and catch what’s rumbling loose

Calling all banana jacks
Plug electricity into the sky
Lord the fruit into sweet blossom
Hallelujah ride my Gypsy slide

Let it be Fire (day 1822)

I can strongly feel the urgency
To leave a mark of sincerity
I can feel the strength surging up
Let it be fire
Let it be fire
Let it be strong.

I have heard the call of transparency
To leave lying exposed my chest
I can feel the beat of everlasting
Let it be fire
Let it be fire
Let it be strong.

I am the heat in the sun
To fuel your animal’s deep jungle
I can feel the day long
Let it be fire
Let it be fire
Let it be strong.

Let It Be Fire by Ned Tobin

The Number Two (day 1197)

Laughter is the animal,
Spirit of mother goose.
Summer around little rock
And monkey isn’t right.

Delight a fancy chimney sweep,
Pitter-patter on the roof.
Love in a tin bucket twice
Spitoon for primal juice.

Guns and other ghastly ammunition
Scare a whisper like a ghost,
Take a little sharp arrow
Pierce appointed hour aloof.

Richard Rococo Leon Bowsky (day 884)

I find myself floating along on this delightful day
Lost without being lost, happy without a cause
Joyfully munching the highest of acacia leaves
To quench my hungry appetite
After all, living as the tallest terrestrial animal
Requires a quite unique palette
But all this jibber-jabber
You’ll have to excuse me and my manners
How does the sun shine on you today?

aGiraffe

Animals and Doors (day 52)

If it wasn’t for
The little doors
Crisscrossing the floor
I’d have an easier time
Remembering which
Animal to mount
Upon the wall
To show my appreciation
For all the space
I’ve been given
In anticipation
Of this very hard decision
As to which door
Upon the floor
I should pull for
To make my way
Into the day