HappyThanksgiving

And there is

A day here

In America on

The last Thursday

In November when

The skies are

Grey and littered

With snow and

The wind blows

Cold against faces

That people carry

Pots dishes pans

Wine and desserts

Into friendly houses

To gather around

A table giving

Thanks for those

Most important things

The greatest of

Which are their

Families however that

Group is defined

A day of

Laughter and football

Of stories and

Old jokes of

Belly busting feasts

Here in America

Today is Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving to

My friends and

Family I’m thinking

Of you all

Monsters

And finally like

A child that

Has gathered courage

I looked beneath

The bed peered

Into dark closets

And wandered through

The halls ready

To confront monsters

Finding none I

Burrowed back beneath

My covers victorious

At last knowing

That my monsters

Only ever existed

Wherever I was

And nowhere else

RememberTheDead

And on this

First of November

We remember those

We have lost

Like the leaves

Of fall give

Way to winter’s

Snow we must

Remember that we

All are but

Reminders for those

To come blanketing

A cold world

Upon which for

Them they can

Walk on softly

Until like spring

Gives way to

Summer they blossom

MyDearBoy#006 (to Jay)

My dear boy

My purpose in

Your life is

Clear I am

To plant not

To sow I

Am to predict

Where you are

To experience then

Reflect with the

Knowledge that I’ve

Already installed think

Of me as

Nothing more than

A map of

Your adventure of

Which I have

Already lived first

Morning

The steam rises

From my coffee

Like hypnotized cobras

Coating my glasses

Like Thanksgiving kitchens

The house is

Quiet like midnight

Even though early

Morning sun creeps

Through blinds like

Lost children’s flashlights

In a forest

Mozart plays like

Those comfortable afternoons

In Essen with

My only grandmother

Giving me a

Sense of love