Tuesday, July 4, 2017

JESUS

Someone left the porchlight on
at Alpha Centauri Four
Someone put the coffee on
and brought muffins from the store
Everyone is welcome there
that knocks upon that door
Every guest gets the easy chair
at Alpha Centauri Four

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Monday, May 11, 2015

Complicated

Sometimes I feel agitated
about the life I calculated.
Well laid plans get fornicated.
It cannot be overstated:
Man, you know, it’s complicated!

Just when things seem consummated,
the next few bars get syncopated.
Improvised or as notated,
either way it’s validated:
Man, you know, it’s complicated!

Here’s the thing that’s implicated:
The road ahead is oscillated.
Surety is overrated.
Only thing that’s truly fated?
Man, you know, it’s complicated!

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Tuesday, December 16, 2014

SHOPPING LIST

Eggs and butter
Eggs and butter
One's from a chicken
The other's from an udder
Eggs and butter

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ratty, rat, rat

rats, rats, rats
big hairy rats
wearing very hairy
terry cloth coats
made in Boca Rattan
by rats, rats, rats,
big hairy rats

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Monday, August 4, 2014

HEY-HO, DADDY-O!

Sat and watched the river
until the river went dry.
Too many things
just seem to pass me by.
Singin’ hey-ho Daddy-o,
you got to let it go.

Singin’ hey ho, Daddy-o,
you got to learn to just let it go.
Singin’ hey ho, Daddy-o,
you got to let it go.

Lived up on a mountain
until the mountain went flat.
How do big things
just disappear like that?
Singin’ hey-ho Daddy-o,
you got to let it go.

Singin’ hey ho, Daddy-o,
you got to learn to just let it go.
Singin’ hey ho, Daddy-o,
you got to let it go.

After a while,
you gets what you gets.
Put on a smile
and send your regrets.
Head on down the highway.
Laugh about it someday.

Went down to the crossroads,
it was another dead end.
Found the devil
actin’ like my best friend.
Singin’ hey-ho, Daddy-o,
you got to let it go.

Singin’ hey ho, Daddy-o,
you got to learn to just let it go.
Singin’ hey ho, Daddy-o,
you got to let it go.

Wandered through the desert,
but the tide came rollin’ in.
Wish I knew now
what I was diggin’ then.
Singin’ hey-ho, Daddy-o,
you got to let it go.

Singin’ hey ho, Daddy-o,
you got to learn to just let it go.
Singin’ hey ho, Daddy-o,
you got to let it go.

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Thursday, May 8, 2014

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

T TURTLE

When we moved into our house, there was a notch at the bottom of the stockade fence. It was just the right size for a certain box turtle to crawl through. It was too perfect a portal not to have been carved for just that purpose. The turtle in question was about four or five inches in diameter. The letter “T” was painted on it’s shell in red, obviously an old marking. The paint job had split at the seams as the turtle grew. I called it “T Turtle” and allowed it free, unmolested range in and out and throughout my yard. I always kept a sharp eye out for T Turtle on lawn mowing day. Eventually, T Turtle moved on. I haven’t seen it for decades. Perhaps, the neighbors’ kid took T Turtle when they moved. Maybe, it was just a recurring dream I used to have.

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