Should you wander out
amidst nights' "twilight time",
it can end up going one of two ways;

if you fail to notice,
which would be a major crime;
youll have to wait, and see how the evening...plays.

Should you venture into
this "twilight force",
I can't emphasize this, nearly enough;

your existence will completely change,
and that's just "par for the course";
those, are your demons in the rough!

My figure in numeric scale was eight
Flat stomach and nicely curved hips
Then I was the only apple in his eyes
So, I fell into faithfulness ever since
Ageing came with grey to add the extra
Weight on thighs and waist won over
The fruit eaten, the seeds left to grow

Will you stop crying, go to sleep
and finish all your food;

get up, get dressed, and ready for school
and lose the attitude!

Do your homework, do your chores
and let your brother play;

change that outfit right this second
finish the yardwork on saturday.

Don't talk like that, spit that out
wait 'til your father gets home;

stop fidgeting when I'm talking to you
haven't you ever heard of a comb?

Don't be late, look both ways
take your sister by the hand;

sun and stars shine
the earth moves
away
and light of day is never seen
when night falls;

the lotus blossom
never opens too early
or too late

there is justice in the world
of nature, its birth cry
a howling when once
four-legged creatures
stood on a hill
and the moon
reflected

the ocean,
dripping from
hands with
opposing thumbs.

the sin of idleness debunked
I just sit
waiting for the moon

a penny for my thoughts is wasted
so save it for those rainy days

now, my mind still joyously plays and displays
its toy trains
but, I am not aboard

on the side line
watching the carriers of
knowlege and speculation
meander down self laid tracks
I nod, and wave,
and sit back to enjoy the show

for what it's worth
being here,
not trying to get someplace,
is worth every penny, nickle, dime and dollar
in the world

I wonder why my human eyes
don't see clouds in three dimensions.
They flit by overhead
on blue canvas,
while the view from planes
evokes mountains, valleys,
and lo,
the very City of God.

But from down here
clouds are little more
than a flat Mona Lisa.
Oh, how I wish I knew
the full person,
but she
just stares and wrily smiles
in one dimension.

Gazing at furry paws
slapping white cord pulls
mesmerizes her.
Wooden tassels clunk together,
waving to and fro,
like a tetherball on a playground pole
spanked by busy children.
He left his kitten,
his curious kitten.

Outside snowflakes
float downward
like pieces of paper
torn from his exit note in her hands
and like bits of cotton
the kitten pulls from her pillow.
He left his kitten,
his curious kitten.

The lowering sun upon my back
I quietly wade through shallows
for fly fishing, I have the knack
this evening as I fish with swallows

Strip the line in even strokes
then pick it up with strong back cast
careful to not snag shore line oaks
the day approaches darkening fast

Now lightly lay the line back down
placing feathered dry fly next to shore
concentration causes a happy frown
my mind on fishing, nothing more

an eagle in flight -
the sky entangles its blue
into an eye

"Hold me I'm tired"
your cigarette hanging loose
the drip of smoke climbing
through your dishevelled hair

I can smell the sweat from
the day on me The tired
odour of this room lost
with its vacancy of happiness

I pull you in and you moan
softly a small sigh
in the kitchen the clock hums
in the bathroom the tub
faucet drips

the television glows