Looking at the stars
I can only dream.
Those eyes guide me to her soul,
And universe
But her mouth.
Twitches
And my world shakes.
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Good Listeners
Loneliness,
sometimes finds me,
wraps it’s arms around me,
and tries to drag me into the darkness.
Depression
sometimes haunts me
late in the night
as I try to sleep.
It sweeps under my soul,
trying to pull me down.
So I go back home to the mountains,
to hang with the pack,
And run through the woods.
howling with my friends at the trees:
cause the mountains and trees
are really good listeners.
Thanksgiving Saturday
Siting on the porch
Of my sister’s house.
Miles Davis playing in the back ground.
While the crickets
Sing along.
My nephews and their friends
And ladies
Are talking inside.
It’s getting a little nippy outside.
Even through my leather coat.
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Putting cream in the meringue?
selling them on the streets
In athens.
Lemon meringue.
Seems it was able to sit out in the sun
Without melting.
What ever
Going back to sleep
(Just so people who don’t know how meringue is made.
It is at always done with whipped egg whites.
And Sugar. Maybe some flavour, but…
You won’t put cream in it.
It wouldn’t be meringue.)
Buzz Saw
as my sister vacuums her house
The little dog, named buzz,
who has more fur than body,
Runs around in a circle.
It’s kind of irritating,
But at least he’s not running around
Barking at me.
I always have to bribe him
With treats for about ten minutes
But in the end he leaves me along.
Well sort of,
He’ll come and look at me
As to say -if you don’t give me something,
I’m going to bark at you.
That’s when I give the wolf stare.
As in -that’s enough
You’re not going to blackmail me.
And of course that’s when he starts barking again.
Smyon-Pa 