I can’t tell 
you the joy
that I feel 
looking at things 
and making another 
be it words
or vegetables or 
fruits and flour
oh such flavors 
but effort away 
just me and 
my little imagination 
creating such things 
as friends enjoy 

I simply speak 
the truth having 
found that lies
protect the guilty 
never the innocent 
the truth hurts 
in the beginning 
but the wounds 
that lies inflict
will never heal 

And just like 
that poof one 
more poof like 
I’m some little 
locomotive lumbering up
a steep incline 
or poof a
steam cloud disappearing 
or hopes poof
one minute there
the next not
oh this love 
train that I’ve 
hitched myself to 

Afraid of love 
no not that 
I am really 
but its aftermath 
oh you know 
of love’s arithmetic 
when the division 
begins after years 
of addition and 
always ends with 
subtraction after subtraction 
until nothing’s left 

And from out
of the blue 
and maybe faraway 
it often comes 
be it rain 
or even rainbow 
foreboding of one 
and forebearing another 
but be it 
storm or sunshine 
this is true 
that one brings 
the other and 
that without the 
other then neither 
will ever be