day SEVENTY

Oh, Jimmy

Oh, Billy

for whisky and

for war

Oh, Betty

Oh, 25 

aloft

from Hornet's deck

Oh, John

Oh, China

allied, you brought

them home

Oh, thirty seconds

how brave

thou souls

who fly.

day SIXTY NINE

everything has to eat ...

day SIXTY EIGHT

A gate touches sky

Long does time flow outward thus

Flowers bloom in sun 

day SIXTY SEVEN

At that moment they knew ...

words were not needed

a touch

a glance

a sound

or no sound at all

these would be their language

where once stood two

one

day SIXTY SIX

Was ever the world

such a wonderous place

as whence we saw

through child's eyes?

day SIXTY FIVE

As a style, Amish beachware never really caught on.

day SIXTY FOUR

"I'm not going up there!"

day SIXTY THREE

"Made it Ma! Top of the world!"

day SIXTY TWO

What lay within

this outer shell

that knows itself

as others do.

What faceless one

sees out from in

sits down and out

for wonders sake.

What courage takes

the place of fear

that men stand fast

as death draws near.

When last we know

not what we do

what narrow place

holds space for us.

day SIXTY ONE

NOTICE

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day SIXTY

"This looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship..." 

day FIFTY NINE

The moment passed 

as quickly

 as it came

Wave riders

catch the

next roll

The sound faded

once heard

twice gone

The beach is

no place

for horses.

day FIFTY EIGHT

There are best friends, and then 

there are BEST FRIENDS!

day FIFTY SEVEN

The only people 

still here,

are the ones

who haven't 

left yet.

day FIFTY SIX

GUMBO

"So you say, but dat don make it so," the old codger groaned as he crouched to snag up the dollar bill. I didn't care what he said so long as he gave me what I wanted. "That dollar won't get you into Mother's, old man," I wheezed between gulps of ice cold frosty air. "A twenty says you can't make it again. Maybe you never did know how." Twenty dollars is a lot to some folks, and this curmudgeon counted his dough in how many nights outta this freezer it'd buy. "Mother's," I repeated, for effect. I could tell he was close; this bojangles had no jingle and my twenty'd get'm a warm glass and a soft pillow. "Shit! You an asshole, mister," he spat as tossed back the dollar at my feet. "Even if I had the recipe, I wouldn't give it to you," and he walked away, which surprised me.

day FIFTY FIVE

Things You Can't Do Alone

hug

kiss

smooch

snuggle

rub noses

share gelato

hold another left hand

hold another right hand

hold another

see your reflection

in another set of eyes

find yourself

in another's expression

of joy.

~m

day FIFTY FOUR

lemon cookies

leemmonn coookieees

le..mo...nn coo...kiee...sss...

now you must buy them

you cannot resist

no one can resist

lemon cookies.

day FIFTY THREE

i've learned to live

in pockets of time

that keep getting

smaller

and

smaller.

day FIFTY TWO

CIRCLE

inside Circle, Flower grows

it knows not world

but Circle knows

outside Circle, there be weeds

 Flower sleeps

but Circle sees

alone Flower cannot survive

it will not grow

it will not thrive

Circle knows this be true

weeds will kill

if they get through

but Flower must not be killed

Circle knows

it has been willed

so Circle gives

that Flower lives

till the weeds get through

that's life.

day FIFTY ONE

what is normal

and what

is Strange?

how do we know

it's strAnge

and not just

misunderstood?

what if it

truly is strange

and we 

misunderstanD

that?

is it then normal?

day FIFTY

can't help it

can you

you want one

you want it bad

it's going to haunt you

until you have one

and, you know what?

it won't taste very good

but somehow

that won't matter much.

day FORTY NINE

Loneliness hurts but pain sucks. 

One can be conscious of everything

but aware of nothing.

Who am I?

I am that which is 

aware of having asked a question

aware of having the thought

aware of awaiting a reply

But who I am?

Of this, I am not aware.

day FORTY EIGHT

Sometimes, a picture at the beach is just a picture at the beach.

day FORTY SEVEN

michael flew a kite today

though, he didn't fly it right away

he tried but it refused to go

the wind was blowing way too slow.

his brother said as he walked by

"you're way too small, that kite won't fly.

"let me see, it's no great riddle,

"the kite's too big and you're too little."

michael thought, "that can't be right.

"i can surely fly this kite.

"it sails up high, when i run around,

"but when i stop, it comes back down."

"it isn't that i'm too small,

"it really isn't that at all,

"it must be something else," he thought.

"something that i haven't got."

so michael looked for other things

that like his kite, flew on wings

michael heard a plane go by

way up, way up in the sky.

but he couldn't see why it could fly

it was simply way too high.

~m

day FORTY SIX

Guess which little girl is thinking, "I wonder where can I get one of those," which one is thinking, "That lady sure has a big butt," and which one is thinking "Will anyone see me if I eat this booger?"

day FORTY FIVE

The old man searched and searched but never found his one true love.

day FORTY FOUR

Those who don't pause

and study the ground at their feet

step over a lot

of amazing things.

day FORTY THREE

Even giants play the one true game. 

day FORTY TWO

"Wha'chu lookin at?"

day FORTY ONE

He was her brave lad, and she, his bonnie lass. He slayed dragons and she wove tales of secret gardens in emerald forests where lives are long and love endures, where zephyrs sing and flowers waltz and dewdrops fall onto mossy beds, where love lies down in clover and chimera and sweethearts embrace in heaven's repose.

day FORTY

Know Me, Know You

I am as

you see me

see me

as I am.

 We are all

as we once were

when once

we were

as we are.

No more 

do you know now

than you 

knew then.

Understand?

It will always be this way.

day THIRTY NINE

Seems to be my week for 

significant, life altering events. 

More to come ...

day THIRTY EIGHT

"Never interupt your enemy

when he's making a mistake." 

~Napoleon

day THIRTY SEVEN

Where oh where are you tonight,

why did you leave me

here all alone?

I searched

the world over 

and I thought

I'd found 

true love.

You met another

and

phhhitttt!

you was 

gone.

[Thank you Hee Haw!]

day THIRTY SIX

SUNDAY'S DARKNESS

The tiny boy waits

on wooden rail,

knees shift

painfully

one to the other.

Trembling hands

grasping

dangling beads

of plastic and glass,

reach out

to the one

who 

forgives.

In twisted agony,

affixed by spikes,

arching against the wood,

the bloody symbol

dies again.

~m

day THIRTY FIVE

Willy was used to small audiences, but this was ridiculous!

day THIRTY FOUR

go night night, brandee

night, night

see you soon ...

1994 - 2009

day THIRTY THREE

Sometimes

dreams

really do

come true!

~m

day THIRTY TWO

THUNK GOES THE PUPPY'S HEAD

Thunk goes the puppy's head

underneath the car

Pop! A turtle in the road

that didn't get to far

Splish! Yuk!

a little worm

Yeow!

the neighbor's dog,

and when I think

I've got it made

around the bend

a frog!

Now I've left the neighborhood

things are getting worse,

breath deep

that's a skunk

someone got him first.

There is Mr. O'possum

some of him is goo,

he looks a little peaked today

I think it's gross

don't you?

Well, now it's time to head on home

I think it's safe to say

I'm really not so innocent

I've killed a lot today.

So, when you let your pets run loose

and wander very far,

imagine what they'd look like

in the front grill

of my car.

~m

day THIRTY ONE

The stink of curtain dust, moist chairs and gummy wax floors fills the hall where the members shuffle about, whispering goads and mouthing anticipations. 

Fire globes dim announcing the call. 

Late of silk and pearls she mounts the stage; her quaffed hair annoints bare shoulders; chiseled bone shudders its delight. 

Hammer strikes ornament the air, then prick and pull the members toward crescendo. Waves of irony and sorrow batter alabaster shores and rock walls. 

She laughs, they cry. Tomorrow they'll return for more.

day THIRTY

HIGH ATOP A VERY SMALL BUILDING

:the apartment

7-foot windows

two in every room 

ascend to skylights 

with sun beams!

 

Dry air with hair 

whisps about

on hardwood slates 

of many colors.

Cathedral ceilings hold

darkened glass lamps

 with unreachable bulbs

long since burnt.

Clangs and bells,

wheezes and whistles-

heat's coming up!

The closet sings

but holds few cloths.

A view of a brick wall

and a parking lot

where the wind

collects its garbage.

day TWENTY NINE

WISDOM

If you thought I hadn’t seen you you’d be wrong. You might think I’m enjoying myself here but that's wrong too. I’m putting up with them. What choice do I have?

Before it’s all gone I want to tell you how much you’ve meant to me. Every day the curtains draw further and further and soon I won’t see you at all. I’ll be grown and have a job and he’ll work and we’ll have kids (like me) and then you’ll be theirs. 

But for now you’re mine and I love you, though once I was afraid of you, but no more. You’re really just misunderstood, aren’t you? Well, I understand you, but I won’t for much longer.

Go now; find another. I’ll be okay from here. Pull your tail in before shutting the closet door. Remember how you hate to get caught in the door?

day TWENTY EIGHT

Beef Man

Oh, you poor beef man

your brain will turn to mush,

the unfortunate consequence

of for too long

placing strength of limb

before depth of soul.

Tiny globes of thought

revolve through

your universal,

sparing your mind

anything deeper than

pump and lift.

Your story is written-

you gave yourself to labor

never knowing the passion

of an unleashed

curiousity.

And so you grow old

your body tires

and gives up its fruit

that you so carefully

cultivated.

And in the end

when it is gone,

and your arms hang limp,

what will you have 

to believe in,

or even

to talk about?

~m

day TWENTY SEVEN

I saw beauty

Angel Fish

I saw you

day TWENTY SIX

It became widely known that Murray was indeed the mythical King of Hats ...

day TWENTY FIVE

Goodbye Old Man

Wrinkled face, stubbled and sagging

hallowed eyes that saw too much

thick cracked nails

on blotched, callused hands.

He suckles

cold glass teats,

against unforgiving brick-

pooled urine warming his

rancid house.

From layered filth,

his grape breath

fumes

through tears and gaps.

By night he passed-

Soul’s ruin 

ascending

through bottle spirits

blue.

By mourn he lay-

gutterface down,

still

is the discarded man.

~m

day TWENTY FOUR

Elvis knew the day his music ended had been a beginning; he was finally pursuing his true calling -- ribbon dancing. When he pranced with the ribbons, he felt he could touch their souls. They tipped generously, but the sand made his bed scratchy.

day TWENTY THREE

First Day of Spring

I'm blah

I don't know why

I just am.

There's really no reason for it

The sky is deep blue

Shoppers stroll up and down the sidewalks

swinging bags to and fro,

smiling because winter's almost done.

Robins are singing

Pigions are cooing

foraging at our feet.

A breeze is blowing

taking the tree's last leaves

Mothers with strollers

Babies with lollipops

Children wait on their buses

in short sleeves and shorts

The worlds seems alive again

and I'm -- blah,

but I'm starting to feel better.

day TWENTY TWO

INFERIOR LOGIC

i am therefore i think 

or at least i think i am

but if i were not

would i be or not be?

there's a question!

for if i were not

would i ever be?

and if I am not

will i ever be?

and if i am destined to be

am i who i think i am?

or just some other shmuck.

day TWENTY ONE

What can one say at the end but goodbye? It’s the bus station at 4 a.m. and the teller wants to go home and someone in the bathroom won’t come out and the floor’s not as shiny as the custodian would like and the vendor arrives to fill the machines and gum holds my shoes to the floor and first she won’t look at me and then she will and now I can’t look at her but I want to and the ceiling plays all the wrong music and none of the lights know what to do and buses come but no one gets off and then no buses come and then some come but they’re not buses and then the driver tells me I have to get off but I haven't finished the floor and my song is next in line to play.