I’m alone here,
Not waiting for anyone.
This is the show space;
This is my call.
So when I lean up against the wall
Take a double notice man,
This isn’t curtain call
This is a casual evening stroll…
Saddled and suited
Eyein up the ninety suitors,
Oh everybody comes a calling
When I’m up against the wall.
Category: bubblegum
Morning God (day 1076)
When I awake in my mother’s freezing basement,
I don’t jump awake like a bloody early morning quack.
I wish to the good god that swept me to sleep
That she’d count all my stars one more time
And whisper sweet nothings into the back of my mind.
To be honest, the sweet nothings are always floating there.
They never leave and rightly so;
Space head filled with clouds.
No, the sweet nothings are what keep me stifled
And snuggled and re-counting my re-counting
Until the moment I absolutely must arise.
You know, that moment that passed a few re-counts ago.
Eyes closed.
Studded Tires in Spring (day 1053)
Melting snow
Clip clop
Lug nuts
Tea (day 1042)
Vibrating swirls
Sensational inhalation
Soothe, and be.
Child’s Written Scribbles (day 1019)
For such a long letter here
I really have made no better
Than if I had handed over to you
A child’s written scribbles.
But in my madness I forgot
That such are tender points of life,
And to such end
I will command
My pen, forevermore.
Tall and Proud (day 1007)
My loop was changed in a way today
Mother Natures wiles can only do;
A moose tall and proud
Was found casually chewing
Some left over shoots from the fall.
He looked at me, and I looked at him,
And we both carried on with our days.
Inside A Bag (day 1006)
I’m stuck in a bag of invisible fabrics
Four to a row in uneven stacking
Massively bulging at the edges and pushing
From inside this bag of invisible fabrics
And if I should get to the top of the bag
Can you imagine what it’d be that I’d find?
Perhaps a wild land of unspeakable magic
Or a desert so sweeping I’d fall back inside.
The company’s not bad inside this bag
It’s rather amicable to be all conjoined
Amongst pears and apples, and mushrooms and goo
It appears the eggs haven’t prospered in here
I’m certain that someday soon I’ll find
I’ve been placed down on some solid ground
And as much as I enjoy this exciting ride
I’ll be off and gone, out of this bag
Light (day 993)
If lights of day
Took me away
Would I close my eyes to dream?
And if this bright
Far off light
Should cease to be my guide,
Then who – if any,
Would be my star
And lead me on my way?
Little Almonds (day 985)
Little almonds
Roll down
Grassy knolls
To find
Empty hands
Waiting
Like eyes
Of a newborn
Undies (day 963)
It’s hard to remember
What last pair
Stretched about my waist
It’ll be a while yet
Before new britches
Stretch around my waist