the sun was setting in the West
and as I combed my hair
I looked out through the window screen
and saw to my surprise
two creatures that are seldom seen
at home……. two butterflies.
They danced and sang and smiled at me
until the darkness came
out on my porch they acted free
and played their lovely game.
And in the morning when I rose
the two were sleeping there
It is not known, but I suppose
they liked my rocking chair.
little thoughts, some were fleetingcame in fragments, none whole.He had slept like a gator,with his eyes on alertshe could come a bit latershe, his exquisite flirt.In his dreams there was troublethey had moved part of townand the station was rubbleall the parkland was brown.Had she vanished? Decidedit was time to abscondthere were spirits that guidedsilly…
Fell into bed at eight and had no timefor R & R nor any other girl.When school resumed I fearedthat the acquired calluses would beat best gazed at with some disdain.And that they were, to my chagrin.I metamorphed into a chaste and sober guy,afraid of being dumped by lips that kissed.Hence it was logical that…
and tiny bubbles springing freeas if to reach the sun’s warm rays.My grandpa had, so many timessat on this rock, on older mossand, knowing him a bit, I’d sayhis thoughts may well have beenthe very same. Something likewhat’s the meaning of it all,and what will happen on that daywhen I must go, and all that…
when he discovered a small, narrowfree space, an entrance if you will.He managed squeezing through the hole,was in the kitchen in no timeand concentrated on his goalto crack the fridge, which is a crime.The sparrow worked with beak and feetat last he landed on the jello,which was just sitting near the meatand that exotic headless…
More space,a second pillowand no bloody snores.You think I care,I know enough about youyou are not mine,a pretty facehung high from the old willowa world of whores.I found a real friendit’s Gordon’s Gin.Let, in the very endthe Devil win.In memory and mourning for myold friend and co-troublemakerfrom High School. Henner.
a leaf of gold,and red,of rustenclosinghairlike veinsof fading lifedancing withmelancholy joy.Its last.Oh yes,I know it is from you,still moistwith kissesfrom your lovely lips.I shall,for now,be quite contentto stand with open arms,awaiting you.
