Low clouds hang over
the foothills of the
front range looking like
turtlenecks for peaks behind
peeking like shy Geisha
girls from behind fans
last nights storm clouds
hang low like the
halos of the angels
damned to eternal hell
Category: Creativity
NotMuch
I don’t have much
in terms of things
I don’t have money
or much money anyway
But what I do
have is a heart
filled with the memories
of my extraordinary life
the faces of all
who came along for
this rollercoaster ride of
which has not yet
stopped and which will
continue to climb and
drop and twist and
turn until the end
GetUpGo
I don’t want to
I know I must
I must get up
get dressed get out
and get on with
my early morning routine
of coffee and jazz
and the awaited sunrise
but I stop pausing
to look back at
your back your face
turned away as if
to say just go
So go I do
missing you more with
each step than the
one before the last
Thread
It takes strength to
not fit in to
stand apart from the
rest to know that
by removing oneself from
the fray that you
will be but a
thread and never a
garment being a garment
is nice looked at
tried on bought and
worn and then discarded
for the next garment
Oh but being a
thread allows you freedom
never woven never worn
never had and never
made old and forgotten
I want to be
forever a thread I
want my beginning and
my end I want
to find my needle
and there my dance
being important to him
SomethingToo
There’s just something
just something about
something about jazz
about jazz and
clouds and coffee
and my cigar
but the something
that’s even better
than just something
is that when
I’m done with
these somethings then
I get to
go back upstairs
to you my
only real something
