As his name
Implies he is
Also a bed
Hog but more
Unlike me a
Wizard with numbers
While I master
Words though we
Speak different languages
We listen with
The same ears
For each other
Category: Curiosity
Present (to You)
I sit between
My past and
Future some would
Say between the
Jaws of a
Vice ahhhh but
Me I feel
Nestled like a
Hatchling under the
Comfort of its
Mother staring out
To the dawn
And wondering if
Today will be
The first day
I will fly
Music ( with bean and I)
And so I
Grafted myself to
You and you
Small broken flower
Less and somewhere
In between I
Knew that you
Would never grow
Without me music
Kissing (to Boo)
And so I
Kissed someone else
And I knew
Right then that
My lips missed
Yours it wasn’t
The same we
Butted and didn’t
Bled we were
Coarse and rough
Like two rocks
Rubbing against each
Other rather than
Waves that quietly
An easily washed
Upon the shore
OldFriends (to You)
The best chili
Is the chili
Prepared one day
And ate the
Next there’s something
About waiting that
Doubles its flavor
It steeps thickens
And deepens color
Parts just disappear
Until they land
Yet once again
And that mmmmm
That’s you too
My old friends
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 