Happy, Sad
Confused, Frustrated
Vexed, Tired

I’ve got bunch of questions I would love to ask you
My MAKER
That’s if we could meet?
I don’t want to die now either.

Probably you will burn me down, out of anger,
With your ever blazing fire!
Maybe cause of the crazy Questions I’ve got.
Questions like.

Why does MONEY, have to be the main Factor?
Why not something much easier to get like STONES,
LEAFS, WOOD???

The air breathed homey smells
down the corridor
The kitchen blew hot spices
sweet and sour went to war

There were voices in excitement
I heard them rise and fall
Low rumbles of adults
children laughing in the hall

There were Indians and Pilgrims
a costume here and there
There was a great, long table
that was flanked with many chairs

I peeked into the kitchen
I saw pots of food galore
Covered dishes sat a waiting
in the oven, several more

The Absurdity Of Word...

Sharp intake of breath as I pass
the Sunday worshippers, with
their spotless dogs roaming at
their freshly shined hews.
Or maybe not.

Won't be long now till I’m
home drying the mutts with
their own howl this time,
listening to the blues.
it’s all I got.

The hills I’ve walked upon today
won't ever produce the rivers of
Babylon, but they stretch five
hundred miles in dreams alone.
I do give it little thought.

She Smiles Beautifully
Imagine her at the beach
in smiles only
like in
Sink the Titanic
the princess barely wore
a diamond necklace

as her painter lover
painted her immortally

Then in a Red wagon
they did lay
palms stains
on the glass walls
which still remain
on display
only in smiles
no bikinis

wow he must be funny
sending you all alone

Lovely beachy
not bitchy smiles
for miles
in an open red wagon