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Crepe Paper Apartments

Safe within these four walls

My new apartment is swell

But, what's that noise next door?

Is that my neighbors doorbell?

I'm attracting nosey eyes

When company comes over

We have to speak in whispers 

Or wake up their dog "Grover"

Neighborhood ears await

Even when I take a "Whiz!"

Crepe Paper Apartments 

Everyone knows your "Biz!"

Two Sides of a Coin

       white enclaves
          gated jails
       urban slums
          where the sun is pale

       two sides of a coin
  

Sailor - One Last Trip

One last trip
Into the moon of your soul

With my last-made ship
Washed up on some shore

Calmly sailing in
Rowing standing on the bow

And from the line where the sky meets the sea
The horizon takes me and I don't even know where I go

All alone in the middle of the ocean again
The moon spilling it's magic potion to

The Journey Home

Just one pint in a cosy warm pub
Keep us away from the family we love

Just one more pint - the evening won’t end
The time you have a laugh with a friend

Just one more pint, a pint between mates
Talking about all our trophies and mistakes

Just one more pint, A pint for the road.
We start talking about

SERENITY'S HOME

SERENITY'S HOME
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
river's gentle flow
soothing sounds of water's song
peaceful morning dawns

river's tranquil pool
reflecting sky's blue above
serenity's home

There's No Place Like Home

I’m from Kansas. My name is Dorothy Gale.
I could weave for you a fantastic tale
about farmhands, a twister, and a floating abode;
flying monkeys, little people, and a yellow brick road;
a wizard and witches and old, yet new, friends;
ruby slippers, little Toto, and how the magic all ends
when the needy at last see they’ve had all

sleepless fun : footle

        

     toss bon-bons

                                 mice won ~

discarded

left alone
icy breeze
not enough
of clothes
homeless
in this cold,
he spits
his venom,
you're
no
daughter
of mine
anymore.
Chases
his
little
girl
with
clinched
of fists.
Now
she
feels
more
alone,
left
with
little
credit
on her phone....

1409 : Senryu

   

         kitchen clean broom sweep 

         chipped dishes cracked wishes weep

                 mess runs into garbage fun
 

Lucky To Live Here

I reside in a commune of exconvicts,
Lucky I was never convicted.
I reside in a hallway of rooms of addicts,
Lucky to live here unrestricted.

Sappho

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
You have named your daughter Sappho
you have named the hills with halo.
We take the next walk to a room
fed with different hues about blume
its chaining unbridled powers 
bring the central motif in hours.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

aged

century old home
weathered paint, aged roof
love holds together     

Home

is when you play your mother’s
favorite song, in a strange city.
The cement road tickles like sun-kissed grass.

is who you see in the mirror
every time tears run without permission.
In the salted blur, you can taste sweet blueberries.

is what the sun carries
oceans away, the love that nurtured you
basks you in warm wishes from the land of pines.

is

The Akashic Records

In the high silence of Tibet,
when the temple’s incense was fading into the cold air,
the Dalai Lama placed in my hands a vessel—
a humble bottle, yet trembling with eternity.

“Inside,” he said, “dwells a genie.
It shall grant you the one wish your soul most longs for.”

I bowed, but my heart did not hesitate:
“Let me gaze into

Key West

Sea critters
Conch fritters
Little swimmers
And lobster dinners

Surrounded by water on all sides
A little town about 4 miles wide
No, there’s nothing like Key West
This place is the absolute best

The roosters often wake you up
If not, it’s the Cuban coffee cup
A breakfast sandwich ready to go
At one of the cafes you already know

No this place never snows
So no

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