falling

a soft rain
is falling
falling
in the distance
lightning
thunder
curtains flutter
the window is open
the dark wind cools our skin
your head resting
on
my shoulder
my hand on your hand
there are no secrets
in this room
i watch you breathe
like i breathe
dream
like i dream, while
listening
to
a soft rain
still falling
falling

cream soda

               all the while
                       *
                      ice
           floats in a tall glass
                       of
         Canfield's cream soda
             on a picnic table
              in the afternoon
                       sun
                   defiantly
                        *
                  yesterday
                  we kissed
                       and
                    laughed
                         *
                      today
                 we twisted
                      every
                       tale
                        
               all the  while
                         *
                        ice
             floats in a tall glass
                         of
           Canfield's cream soda
              on that picnic table
                in the afternoon
                         sun
                         and
                      all of us
                    get smaller
              
                 

The Forgotten Son of b-movie actor Aldo Ray

                        " hey Dad, remember
                                              me ? "

waiting.... Juliet

                                        We are standing
                                           much closer
                              and we are not looking down.
                                       We have held on
                                          much longer.
                               So stubborn or spellbound.     
                               We are sleeping much later.
                                We are not dreaming now.
                                       We are breathing
                                            like catfish,
                                  like they showed us how.
                                        We are standing
                                            much closer
                              though we are not touching, yet.
                                        Romeo is waiting.
                                         waiting.... Juliet.

Kat shit

    It takes 2 to tango
 so Van got John Lee Hooker.
  I got me a hungry heart
 man,  i just wanna watch her dance.
               Not cook her.
             us 1 and 1,  well...
           That's a Paso Doble
    Or a painted fingernail pressed to a big soap bubble.

once or twice

                                                      once or twice
                                                        it was good
                                              maybe that's all they had
                      once or twice good means that it was almost always bad
                                 you can't trust The Fates to lock the door
                                                  or protect the heart
                                                  from breaking more
                                                                *
                                                       once or twice
                                                        it happened
                                               maybe that's all they had
                     once or twice laughing means that it was almost always sad
                                      you cross a street you look both ways
                                                  you see love leaving
                                                and on-coming malaise
                                                                 *
                                                        once or twice
                                                                up
                                                  only wears you down

Katwoman

She turned up again
sometime
 in early February.
Came back with a different attitude.
She'd been in training for
 over 40 years.
  yeah.... me, too.
We're going for the World Record.

We've got 6 months.

the hapless wanderer seeks medical advice

the hapless wanderer
  counters, " but... It feels sooo-o-o
      right "
  " My god, boy
   You got delirium.
   A head full of helium.
   That's why you can't sleep at night.
   We're gonna drain the romance out your bones.
    We're gonna re- paint those walls in earthy tones .
    Keep Sinatra from Simply Red,
          try sleeping diagonal
                     in bed."

Talking

Talking
is harder
than walking on ice
or explaining String theory to me again..... twice.
Or thinking you know something.
well... it better be true.
           It better have happened.
           It better be you.
yeah
Talking
is harder
than making it nice
by painting over the same picture.... twice.
Harder than Tarot
           or chirology,
           dancing on tables
           or Letting It Be.
Talking
that's hard....
I know how you feel.
Harder than honey-baked Damascus steel.
Harder than not talking.
Harder than hell.
Hard to get the words right.
It's so hard to tell.






is

pagan dilemma

Oh Lord

We are scared shitless of the future.
We look up as if to say,
 " we  appreciate the Sun and roll of Thunder "
We like all them Gods that we walk under.

We pray that some of them are listening today.

p.s.
why'd they put mountains in our way?

Beans about Apples

                                               When i encountered her, i figured
                                                            she was an apple.
                                                              She was round,
                                                                 red in color,
                                                                       ripe
                                                       and she looked... delicious.
                                                        " Yep " i said to myself
                                                        "  she's an apple, alright. "
                                              So when she told me that she didn't fall
                                                    from the tree directly above her
                                                         I thought.... hmmmm, well...
                                                                           ok
                                                          then... where???????????
                                       " Oh heck, noooooooooooooo-o-o," she insisted
                                               " not THAT tree, no way. uh-uh, nope."

                                                                       Whew
                                                           I was glad to hear THAT...
                                                     because from what i could tell
                                                     THAT tree had some.... issues.

                                               and me? i would make the big mistake
                                           of believing a story-teller AND the story told...
            
                                            " That an apple could rock and roll it's way
                                                                   across a farm.
                                                               Travel down a road.
                                                 Park itself right under a bad ju-ju tree
                                                          and act like fresh produce
                                                        to some wayward passer-by
                                                  that doesn't know beans about apples
                                                                        or beans
                                                       or some LAW discovered by one
                                              um..Mr. Sir Isaac ...uh, Olivia-John-Newton. "
                                                                             ouch !