Hosing Poems

Hosing the Sidewalks

...In the mornings, building staff,
Equipped with long green hoses,
Wash sidewalks down, attentive to
What lurks beneath their noses.

Most often, it’s what’s left behind
By dogs which poo or pidd...

On Route

...When Whitetails are roadkill
someone must hurry
(I presume they hurry),
to pull the carcass off the blacktop.

A dead deer makes quite the road bump.
It's a sobering thought
as I head along th...

Unrecoverable

...

Unique things we've lost over the years,
Near to our concerns all the time.
Rewinding the time is not possible.
Eager conquers our exi...

Summertime Rocks

...Sing to the tune of Jingle Bell Rock:

Summertime, summertime, summer time rocks.
Summertime comes and kids yell hurrah.
Bikin’ and swimmin’ at some park’s big pool;
in the summertime, no more s...

Pipe Lines of Kaimu: Prologue

...The orbiting host of a forenoon sky claims a sunny day. They are attributed for the better part of each year, primarily affecting the island's leeward side. On its windward side, periodic downpours f...

Harangue

...I walk in the shadow
 I shore up my doubt, behind a loosely bound hope 
Which in turn is propped up without foundation
Cynical of a life, at the mercy of luck
Collateral damage feeds my reservati...

Evenings In Springtime : Nov 2021

...Babies cry, sleep, change nappies, feed. Toddlers drink water from cups. Younger brothers, younger sister, older brother, older sister, small town, large country.
One lane roads, one lane bridges, u...

Songs From a Barrel

...I’m a ‘bar-back’, I stack,
I pull up the crates, unpack and rack.
I hump boxes of glasses in,
then I hump them out again.
I roll barrels into a hand-cranked elevator,
then roll the empties into ...

Muse

...muse gets a thrill
setting fire to my ideas
making them better

muse gets sassy
throwing paisley into fire
winking her truth

muse gets busy
hosing down my ideas
replacing them now...

Golden Triangle Snow

...Golden Triangle Snow
Old skool rock and roll on the decks. Takes me back to before I was born. Smoking the best ing weed in 'Nam. Swimming in the river. Worshipping dark Gods. Making love to even da...

Song From a Barrel

...I’m a ‘bar-back’, I stack,
I pull up the crates, unpack and rack.
I hump boxes of glasses in,
then I hump them out again.
I roll barrels into a hand-cranked elevator,
then roll the empties into ...

Oodles of Childhood Memories

...Picking berries on grandpa’s farm;
watching him milk cows in the barn.
Getting chased once by swarms of bees.
Oodles of childhood memories.

Books that I read with so much to gain.
Walking down...

Through Your Eyes

...Random thoughts..
I realize that i love you..not because of who you are...but because of how i feel when i am around you...
I realize that you and i could easily go our separate ways..and yes...may...

The Fifties Were Really and Truly Not All That Square

...The Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though that dullard Dwight D. sat in the Executive Chair
And his frumpy wife Mamie had really bad hair
Matching those dowdy, plain dresses she...

Scrumpdillyicious

...I smell hamburgers on the grill
their sizzle sounds scrumpdillyicious.
And I can't wait to sink my teeth
into a rare barbeque treat.

At my favorite picnic spot
I smell hamburgers on th...

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