Even Heaven has
its dive bars
filled with angels
cutting up telling
raucous stories about
humanity bawdy limericks
about busty bosoms
belonging to seraphim
even angels need
to let their
wings down sometimes
to let loose
fall from grace
tequila does that
even in Heaven
Shine
This this is
my new favorite
time of day
of week of
month and year
this time this
moment as it
stretches into next
like putty like
spilled water that
drips wetting around
and this wetness
like rain itself
makes things shine
Ones
Only one today
one thought one
deed one word
and one dream
though many ones
one of each
one sun one
moon one smile
and one wink
one love one
touch one embrace
and one soul
so many ones
in this day
that this day
is one too
Haystacks
Me and Monet
we love haystacks
he paints them
whilst I forage
amidst them looking
for that needle
don’t you tire
I once asked
my friend Monet
of painting haystacks
no more than
you tire of
looking for love
Trumpet
And the trumpet
smooth and throaty
it lulls and
lifts squeals and
soothes always questioning
but never solving
especially when paired
painfully with Chopin
then it haunts
and it heckles
and sometimes heralds
of new comings
or welcomed goings
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 