My Love, Honeybunch
Your skin glows like the plum, blossoms worker as the sunflower in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your bass drum voice and leaps like a kangaroo at the whisper of your name, Honeybunch.
The evening ascends in on a great vulture wing.
I am calmed by your very stiff canvas that I carry into the twilight of dirtbeams and hold next to my liver.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Dr. Pepper.
As my appendix falls from your colon, I am reminded of your pool.
In the hushed, I listen for the last splash of the spring.
My heated liver breathes inside my soldier. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret gun so that we may hike as one, liver to liver, in search of the glorious orange sensual desert of love.
Ice Cream, Soda,
Delaware Punch!
Jumping, Jumping's , .... Double Dutch!
Ice Cream Soda,
Delaware Punch
Initials Spell .... Our, .... Honeybunch!
Backyard dandelions
have parachuted upwards,
on heavenly breezes.
The mower gave them a kick-start,
then they ascended; some to tickle
ears and noses.
Ride along garden cowboy,
your straw fieldhands hat,
is full of sunny sweat.
Old black dog
long past its time,
jiggles its hairy hind -
a hot tamale wagging the sky.
Small town
brown rabbits scoot the air.
Honeybunch arrives with cold beer.
Soon the gas guzzler
will dawdle, decide to die happy,
its clattering engine
between khaki shorts
sputters
upon a stubby green.
Orbiting Sol
dandelion children
return
loaded with raindrops
to wet the whiskers
of a fat tabby cat.
Now where did lumpkins go?
Under the hedgerow
feline gums yawn wide.
When eating leftover dressing
That was a good main course for lunch
Only compliment receiving
You could patent this honeybunch
He forgot potato salad
Left it out of his extra praise
What Rocky did say nots valid
For he was in a state of craze
she made deviled eggs for me
and sandwiches of deviled ham
angel cake spread with apricot jam
fresh brew ice sweet tea
spread on a blanket over grass of green
not far from the clear water stream
under the shade of the old oak tree
a perfect day for a picnic lunch
to share with your honeybunch
with love and food and company
simple pleasures to enjoy life
help ease the stress and strife
sunny blue skies as far as the eye can see
find time to do not much
relax and be yourself as such
make time for love ones is the key
and your riches will be more than gold
your happiness will forever grow
how could life better be
nothing you earn could ever pay
of the joy when you can say
she made devil eggs for me