Stealing My Ticket
Cancel all my plans
Hold all my calls
A ripple of beauty I found it in my cereal
Open the plastic wrapper
Some cheap toy
I’ll steal the rain instead
Save it for a dry day
Archived entries for Writings
An Ode to M. Ross
His message says away far from the keys, but we all know how much Miles like cheese.
Ricotta, swiss, even goulda is nice, like Miles in January…cold but not ice.
His journey took him to ends of the earth, starting on a Tuesday…after his daughters birth.
A young Isabelle Ross now takes up his time, as he breast feeds her iced tea…with just a hint of lime.
Centipede
A centipede climbed up a branch upon its many legs.
A drop of water small to us, to him it’s ham and eggs.
He rolled around and splashed about trying to stay cool.
A drop of water small to us, to him a full size pool.
When he was done he dried himself by basking in the sun.
A drop of water small to us, to him a day of fun.
That Goop
dangling from that tree
it catches the wind and drops
i need new sneakers
Forgot to Forget
Forgot about tomorrow.
Forgot about today.
Forgot about the past.
Forgot what I want to say.
Forgot to dust myself off.
Forgot the day we met.
Forgot how much I loved you.
Forgot you don’t forget.
Longevity
to be genuine
as simple as time and space
a lifetime to learn
Beauty and the Beast
Norma Jean ran down the mountain barefoot.
Pebbles seemed to bite at Norma Jean’s toes.
Norma Jean wandered lustfully through the green grass.
Thistles tore at Norma Jean’s sweater.
Norma Jean called a hollowed out tree home.
The bear called Norma Jean dessert.
smell so good
Cover me up in sesame seeds and put me on the grill
I’ve never been more ready to burn than I am now.
Count the spatula marks from right to left
without skipping a beat.
Thats just the way it has to be
because you’re like me and together we eat.