Pause
when
when the painting keeps you from fainting
paintbrush in the hand
hand me down from mama
and the intrepid man
slight of hand
onions around the lamb
makes me feel so humble
truth is that I can
right the wrongs of stumble
across the crooked land
cook for me a summer feast
sweet the orange yam
counterfeit a smile
for everything I am
to look on till tomorrow
for love is felt more than
the swelter of a lie
may helpers never die
remembered Queenie’s apple pie
a flaky a crust am I.
wondering
moon pearl white
hung in the depth of night
vows lift spirit clouds
water breaks a star is born
shout embossed golden bevel
heart soldered bright metal
lost love brittle
settle sequence salted buttery
into tense regard subtly
haven’t learned the pain of sorrow
into the night I
never knew her bliss
is what I miss
to honor the badge
of tribes gone mad inside
a weakness for pale eyes
thoroughly wise
her prayers into hazel skies
I wonder where I might care
to feel a calm will bless
a kin to see her son
would sense the world his happiness
of much a thing is won
address the best inspire him
to greet the world with everything
for her little boy
toiling and triumphing
there is gold in them there hills
you did well all his well loved life
in the moments you may be wondering.
please remain
I love you mellow
existential fellow
roll down hills viridian green
to wade brook and stream
blown apart by windy rain
paint portraits please remain
when I cannot see the face
you are so dear to give your chandelier hanging here
round pink table
holds my ginger-beer
spicy soda cool clear to toast your lime corona
rest shoulders
in the fabric of the sofa
blanket throws over toes to comfort her
music soothing softens city sounds
window blinds darken rooms and brows
where magazines and catalogues cluster
on coffee table square low polished to a luster
coffee cups cream custard silver spoons
rounded as a full moon
pillows fluffy plump ready
for dreams as ripe as cherries
in the sleepy afternoon.
walk the way to town
psalms soulfully suggest
a revolution deducting lucid
thought as willows cry distraught
the mossy ground wet with tears soil toils not to drown,
lift your dressing gown across the lawn, through the
merciless mud and twig looking
for a truth to give, please hold
me in sustainable arms, as wings are for birds that fly and I, can’t get up
off the ground as little flowers act as if there’s nothing wrong along
the lonely walk the way to town.
willingness
stability a mobility
ability a mentality
a noble cause
chivalry not dead
a plastic mask a rented bed
thank God my body is still mine
a slice of bread to mend
mankind
to feed a vacuous state of mind
you lead me here instead
with everything that you have said
willingness to win the wars
wellness will right the stars.
God peer back
pale sky the color of champ-ale
golden dragon pursue an ivory tail
that bodes as well for boats
to sail the coasts those embedded
ruby eyes the fire roars the angels sigh to dive into seas of clouds
not asking for a reason why the dawn
is quick to humble hearts as swells will drench our summer hides till
autumn-seabirds laugh take a bath
proud to call out loud their
fresh fish dinner catch-all is well into the
winter where souls
at the right hand of God peer back over the green-colored Earth
onward upward anointed
somewhere in summer it’s snowing
in the rose garden of my drawing.
how long you’ve got?
office building dr wherefore art thy
really really nice guy
Anglo-Saxon mentor sire
in slacks rolled up sleeves tie attire
slack in his duty? never lacks
nor lags behind a test of time
how long you’ve got?-never mind-
moving
me I barely drink a fluid
roving ruthless tired toothless
life sunk into a ditch
fables fallacies fictions fantasies
bitter into the brink
forewarned of poisoning
shades all thought
lamps turn off
on sidewalks of New York
early morn
morning doves yawning
in the dawning of the dark.
his furrowed brow
carry my body back to France
if only he would sing
or stand up on his feet the way
he danced the night away
vital and alive at 25
freed from childhood dark and grim
married his sweetheart
from the company of the king
draped her in mink
taught her to drink
baked Alaska made her sick
on a train from New York to Mexico
Penny beautiful naive
Harold passionate extreme
sports cars travel business
2 kids and a dog best wishes
with help to wash the dishes
6 boxes of cigars at a time
Macanudo
Mouton Rothschild vintage wine
that was a good year
when we were 12 and 9
and mother would cook
her shrimp Kap-lan
spilling in a little of her Miller
and Queen’s southern fried chicken
mashed potatoes and gravy
Granny Smith apple pie and
lemon meringue
I was a fat little kid-still am
The Rani June 1-2-and 3
Driftwood Lane the cottage by the bay
mom catching every sunrise
with her camera, many moons flashed
before her eyes
and dad became quiet
relieving doubt and strain
to sooth his furrowed brow
he made all our dreams possible
i coiling ropes salute you
on your bow
sail on, Dyer Dow.
hob-nobbins
alone away out west the plain
you in my heart again
seems seasons since
such sparrows came
may hear the angels spar and then
whirr endangered linger on
in a blur of colder texture
wrapped in cloth inside a manger
hear that sounds little stranger
our tears fall into favor
remain the rain reclaim the savior
seek the fruit chilled juice to savor
as sweet a wine to bring a truce
envy port your sweet merlot
as very varied berries go
impartial to the cordial host
call hob-nobbins and the ghosts
to walk around your lovely town
minimal at most.