a matter of perspective
and my legs
are tired,
so very tired,
but they're strong enough
to push the rocker
back and forth,
forth and back,
with blue-popsicle thin ankles
that creak in unison
with the wooden porch
and the popcorn
mixed with peanut butter
is cold and could use more salt
but fred the dog likes it
as he makes smacking noises
while he chews with his mouth open;
his one bad eye half-way shut,
some of his brown ground-low teeth long gone.
but fred and his fleas
are happy
and screw the sissy's
who run inside
just because it's raining
a little thunder never killed anyone
anyway,
and who says I'm crazy
certainly not the red-faced fat man
who walks quickly by
looking as if he's squeezing
a pea between his butt cheeks
and who ever said
a woman needed teeth and hair
to be happy;
I think I'll have
more tequila,
sit here,
laughing loudly,
and watch
all the
crazy
people
go
by.
alone
I ache for you.
tsunami thoughts roar wildly
toward the horizons of my mind
searching for familiar calm consolation;
monsoon desires relentlessly thrash, shredding
while seeking satisfaction, indefatigable in intensity;
hollows echo with the silence of the absence of your laugh
screaming and demanding to be filled again;
skin trembles for the return of your warmth
reaching instead to grasp substitute words
which disintegrate as wind-blown ashes
cling before sinking beneath their
foamed crested wave graves;
but it's the obsidian silence,
silent gargoyles looming,
that reminds me
I am truly alone
and it is then
that I ache for you.
afternoon daydreams
it begins
a mere shadow of a memory
silently weaving
through thick conscious thoughts
warming, heating until finally melting
their hardness
until they surrender then slink away
replacing sun bright reality
with last nights crumpled sheet images
bordered by kama sutra scents
which lift, sending raspy urgent pleas
escalating toward hard snow capped mountain peaks
until they too slip and slide into tender quiet
and all that I'm left
is the soft remembrance
of a distant candle
dripping
hot wax
tears.
Autumn Walk
Walk with me
take my hand
and together we'll stroll
toward a colorful Autumn land
leaving spring and summer
lifetimes behind
together baby
I'm sure we'll find
our Autumn has plenty to give
surprises, delights
crisp invigorating
mornings and nights
and yes there will be
those moments in time
when we'll flashback to days
years and youth left behind;
and yes there'll be days
when I'm sure will creep
upcoming winter years
small sneaks of chills peek
but hand in hand together we'll walk
and laugh, kiss, enjoy and talk;
so please come with me, my loving dear,
and let's stroll together toward our autumn years
