The slings and arrows have taken such a toll,
Phydeau and she wince past the dawn.
Northern winds harass a delta plain–
Barb rolls over, she’ll be nobody’s pawn.
Please, turn it down,
Neil’s not all that’s wrote.
If the horse rolls over
Do I still get my billy goat?
Awaiting the witchiest hour
To sign up for my holy jab.
So I can dance with the princess
From Allthat she Alibab?
Super something passed a time ago,
But a girl lingers oh so very near.
Yet no future looming for us nor me
However so much we wisht a dear.
Slings and arrows have rent their path
And a once wanted love has died anew on the vine.
Whither’s the way to play this old game?
Please, young lover, show me a surer sign.
Aloning on New Year’s
Tried to share her in a poem,
But the heart would not scan.
Trying to forget all about her—
I fail, trying as hard as I can.
Winds turned to colding;
The heater runs all day;
I can see each wispy breath—
Singled out in about every way.
Staple-gun together some words,
But joy and doubt won’t rhyme.
Aloning it again on New Year’s—
It’s Love for sometwo else’s this time.
But, it’s all good for this po little coda.
And, yes please, a lil more rum for my soda.
A Leaf of Plot
Death raised his scythe on high
The Final Answer was at hand
No more questions broached
No replies begged or risked demand
The leaf at last let it all go
Fluttered to its demise below
The wind added its sighed contempt
Blew our leaf scuttering to a future undreamt
Down the path with attention rapt
A 17-nothing wrought prose off the rack
Laurie screamed—the leaf brushed her face!
Characterization blanched: there’d be no turning back
A writer in a Nature, freed of pretense
Her plot thickened and made Total Sense
Death winced scurrilously and not too haughty
17-nothing conjured twists bland and who knows—naughty?
The wind richened and hurried our protagonists along:
A dead leaf and a fallowed teenager trying to catch the song
As It Will
Small people, little people
The Wind knows nothing of these
Big times, noble times
The Rains still fill the trees
Grand Love, Heartbreak
Discover your knees
One death, another last breath
Time passes as it will please
A month ends, a new week shines
No right answer calls
Newborn cries, an old lady sighs
A poor candle spits and stalls
Sun glows, Moon rises
Cold blusters thru the walls
A bell rings, the horde finds the access road
Time and midday traffic stalls
Little people, my people
Earthkind teeming all around
Mere races, many-coloured faces
Trying to keep above ground
Have Faith with Freedom to saith~
I disagree with what you propound
Singers spiel, Dancers reel
Look to what Music has found
Another death, one last breath
Time passes as it will please
A Wind, Promiscuous
A freshening wind
Promiscuously winds down the creek
Orange-black cat darts under the eaves
Two dead branches low as if to speak
A door squeaks, opens
The firmament is shaken
The cat shrieks
LIGHTS BLINK THEN ALL IS BLACK
A grin, a dripping of red pools
Fluttering wings escape
How does the future shape
Our dreams, if only ‘if only’ were so
Old and 60 and alone
A raining morning
Floods in Wimberley
One dead, two missing
Rescheduled for a drier time
Happy All Saints’ Eve
O, what howling winds blew through this abyss.
The vaulted vacuum where once grey and white matters
Did grand calculations and cogitated on great thoughts.
Plans made. Recipes deciphered. Memories stored?
Just a great galloping gale upon which one
Could hear, just barely hear, if given the feeling that
Some small something might be learned from
This breeze in the bottomless confines between bone pillars
Of insignificance—a little message—
One could, might maybe hear:
I’m so sorry, sweetie. I’ll never forget our anniversary again.