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What days are these?
Where the gods walk amongst us
Is it a shame to them
Or vain glory to us
When they muddle themselves
The trivialities of mere mortals!

Am I jealous?
I look at you breathe;
And the way you need air
And baby, I can’t help but feel
The mild sting of jealousy

Under a maple tree
the dog lies down,
Lolls his limp
Tongue, yawns,
Rests his long chin
Carefully between
Front paws;
Looks up, alert;
Chops, with heavy
Jaws, at a slow fly,
Blinks, rolls
On his...

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of...

A funny old bird is a pelican.
His beak can hold more than his belican.
Food for a week
He can hold in his beak,
But I don't know how the helican.

Squares, circles, and stars
invite me to play.
Lines, curves, and squiggles
show me the way.
Letters, numbers, and signs
never suffice to say
that you mean the world to me,
more than the light of day.

A beauty most pristine that made the roses blush
Of timbre most surreal that made the angels hush
Her smile most radiant, the stars in their courses dull
A soul most serene, the waves from their torment lull

Maiden most divine,...

When you want someone,
Don’t be afraid to ask –
What do they want?
Or better yet –
Who do they want.

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean...

Demons dance where none have seen,
A haunting waltz, a silent scream.
A mask of smiles, a cloak of light
Just to convince them I'll be alright

In shadowed corners, secrets keep
A heavy heart that cannot sleep.
The weight...

You made that night my best,
Under the shade of a leafless tree,
We stood out among the rest,
With sweet laughs of love,
Lovingly we strolled abreast,
The world we owned and ruled.
As lips tangled here and there
The shy...

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens