The rain began to fall at 7 pm,
but we were not fools tonight.
We stayed home fresh & dry
as the restaurants opened outside—
But we were not fools tonight:
we told jokes & made popcorn
as the restaurants opened outside.
We entertained ourselves!
We told jokes & made popcorn,
& we drank wine & made pasta.
We entertained ourselves.
Sex was on the menu—
& we drank wine & made pasta.
We stayed home, fresh & dry.
Sex was on the menu.
The rain began to fall at 7 pm.
It’s the first day without rain!
Trees are about to bud,
but the winds still blow cold
as the sun peeks out from the clouds.
Trees are about to bud—
& flowers are almost blooming
as the sun peeks out from the clouds.
The birds return to sing a while
& flowers are almost blooming
before the ground turns green.
The birds return to sing a while;
some squirrels gather fallen acorns
before the ground turns green.
But the winds still blow cold.
Some squirrels gather fallen acorns.
It’s the first day without rain.
After getting up,
some cute Uber car cat toys
soothed me from black ice.
When our hearts were beating faster,
I couldn’t catch my breath
& as I sat down, I tried to remember
how good it was with us—
I couldn’t catch my breath
when we danced all night, &
how good it was, with us!
Stopping at the café, I imagined
when we danced all night, &
I suddenly see your face
stopping at the café; I imagined:
What if we did get married?
I suddenly see your face,
& as I sat down, I tried to remember:
What if we did get married,
when our hearts were beating faster?
Now that it’s officially Winter,
the snow’s falling fast outside
as the wind blows hard and cold.
Not much is going on here—
The snow’s falling fast outside.
Tea is brewing;
not much is going on here—
We make up stories to pass the time.
Tea is brewing,
French toast is fried up.
We make up stories to pass the time;
we bundle up warmly.
French toast is fried up
as the wind blows hard and cold.
We bundle up warmly
now that it’s officially Winter.
When a person’s teeth are shown
it doesn’t always mean
they are smiling.
Such a pretty thing—
her hand’s king-sized!
Her ring of fire
glowing bright, sapphire ocean,
waving desire for all who see it.
I feel like an alligator since I heard the fatal news.
I want to swim away in the marshes
& to dream I would had touched all the stars
like you did, Major Tom.
I want to throw away my red shoes,
it’s not the time to dance under the serious moonlight,
while Ziggy Stardust plays his mighty guitars.
Don’t you remember standing by the wall,
pretending we can all be heroes,
& as we kissed,
we prayed that nothing can ever fall?
An innovator, a junkie, a true soul brother
dressed in the latest fashions,
we will miss you in this world & worlds beyond,
as we continue to dream without crying,
when we can all dance again in your name,
cleansed by ashes & the mighty river.
Third day back at work
in the New Year,
& still, no one’s here.
No good vibrations to play off of—
Even the IT guy on Monday was spooked:
“Dude, it’s too quiet! How can you stand it?”
The knives of the mind are dulled by silence.
Meditation quiets the mind.
But then my muses are bound & gagged
until I stop breathing deep—
I am hungry for voices outside.
Someone’s coming in!
Brain’s now sharper;
I am well again.
She has tempted us before with her skills.
Butter, sugar, flour, salt – what a master baker!
But it was already almost the end of the day;
not a single, fragrant gingerbread Brad
was to be seen, smelt or tasted.
Will there be chocolate
laced with orange peel?
Or liquored-up with peppermint rum,
as we curious minds want to lick
& get our midday buzz on…
Homemade fudge? Butterscotch bark?
A nutty delight? Cinnamon Snickerdoodles?
Anticipation’s making me
(crazy) late & ravenous
Will she be here tomorrow,
the demigoddess of holiday treats?