Little Dreams

           Little dreams
                of you
              last night.   
   Won't pinch or shock or
                  yell
                or  bite.
                    *
           Little  dreams
        wrapped real tight,
               from me
                 to you
                   in
            candle-light.
                    *
           Little dreams
               placed
            end to end.
           Much easier
         to comprehend.
                    *
          Little dreams,
             they soar
             and then
            misbehave
        as they descend.
                    *
          Little dreams
         that grow to be
               so tall.
             then fall
                  all
              over me.
                   *
          Little dreams
              of you
             last night
         on TV screens
      in black and white.
                    *
          Little dreams
        that blow away
      with one eye wink
        on one gray day.
                     *
           Lttle dreams
that whisper, " hey, that girls
             got curves
      like a '58  Chevrolet. "
                     *
           Little dreams
      these dreams of you.
          Small enough
         to squeeze right
                through.
                     *
           Little dreams
      that wish you knew.
      These little dreams.
          These dreams
              of you.

that old brown-glass Clorox bleach bottle was a gift

She said, " oh, Colors of the Sun? "
" No, " i replied,
" different memories. "

She said something else, but
i had lit a cigarette
and wasn't listening
anymore.

She didn't know.

It was a gift.

It was a gift.

pull that wool off

                                                     Walked into a wall i
                                                             did not see.
                                                  " Daddy, " said mommy,
                                                    " will you marry me? "
                                                            It is written.
                                                      A word to the wise.
                                                             baby-boy
                                                   gotta pull that wool off.
                                                         Open your eyes
                                                                     *
                                                   Nailed her picture to the
                                                             family tree.
                                                 Proud as the 1st time winner
                                                         of a spelling bee.
                                                  I thought i was holding the
                                                         blue-ribbon prize.
                                                              baby-boy
                                                   gotta pull that wool off.
                                                          Open your eyes.
                                                                      *
                                                         It turned cloudy in
                                                             late afternoon.
                                                          Change is coming
                                                         and its coming soon.
                                                         I awoke to the sound
                                                               of gone and
                                                                    sighs.
                                                                 baby-boy
                                                     done pulled that wool off.
                                                            Opened his eyes.

another chair collapsing

                                                        I can
                                                        hope
                                                    a lie is true.
                                                 Too bad i didn't
                                                 think it through.

                                                        I'll go
                                                         find
                                                   another chair.
                                                      One day
                                          you'll see me sitting there.

                                               You can say its you,
                                                        its me,
                                                 or its no one, but

                                                     I don't agree.

                                                  I don't think love
                                                     acts like that.
                                  Its pulled down low like a Russian hat.
                                      It wraps around you bear-hug tight.
                                                   It leaves a mark
                                                      and appetite.

                                                 It's the familiar feel
                              of your mothers laugh and your fathers shoes.
                                           man, it's the top of the world

                                               or it's Potato-Head Blues.

Made in Tibet

All of my furniture
was made in
Tibet.
All of it
and... hell no, it
isn't comfortable
furniture.
What did you think?
But it was made in
Tibet.
All of it
and it was
assembled by old-fashioned Tibetans
with the best karma
available.

beulah bondi

                                                                   I gave my heart
                                                               to beulah bondi, she
                                                                       mailed it
                                                                    to her friend.

                                                             " Thats the damnedest
                                                                          organ "
                                                              that friend wrote back.
                                                         " its broken from end to end "

                                                                  I'll sell my blood.
                                                         I hear they pay good money.           
                                                                & pass the blood $        
                                                                    beulahs' way.

                                                          " I can fix that heart " her
                                                                  friend confided.

                                         Make it " shine like a-niggers heel "  ma would say.

The Broken-hearted Goose

There he is.
Standing there.
Head turning
round
and
round
and
round.

He's seen that movie 20 times.
She has, too.
They could recite some lines of it
in dialect.

Had she forgotten?

Somewhere in Africa,
Denys Finch Hatten offered  " geese !"
   to Karen Blixon.