Long Hatless Poems

Even the Lazy Lizard

Even the lazy lizard knows when not to beg,
when not to emerge, from behind the hungry black rock of 
another dying hand, hopelessly clutching the mysteries of 
another sit-down, in the serene...

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A game of musical chairs has just begun in earnest. A pot and kettle band arrives 
through the dining rooms’ French doors following the Valentine Queen. A putrid pink 
flamingo with a croquet ball stuck...

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I got a strange urge to travel one day
So I set off a walking on my merry way
I reached a crossing of Roads A and B
Which way would you go? Hmm let me see

I decided...

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A Gift in Evergreen	

Each year we climb the narrow road
 Through cedar, pine and redwood
Until it pokes its hatless head
 In the fog washed air to breath
The perfume of the crest.

A special day dawns for...

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We are so pleased to see you, Humans are nice
You are such easy targets, now here’s some advice
If you ever get 'Bombed' on your Jacket or Tie
Look UP to find out who scored that Bulls...

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Visions Of Match Stick Girl
                 (“A Christmas Tale”)

New Year’s Eve came in the dark, on the cobbled stone street
On...

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By middle age he became unseen and hatless; 
would not look at the back of his head
as he slipped by unnoticed 
through a changing world.

It was some recompense 
that his Idea of ‘self’ had expanded;
a...

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Sometimes especially on days sunny and so quaint
I feel like tossing my bonnet without restraint
Just exposing my mind freshly vividly bepaint
How else strangers and neighbours can I acquaint

Flowers and sunshine and rainbows on my brain...

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I heard a sound
lilting like reed pipes
wending through air
grown heavy in dusklight
sultry and organic
rising from behind
a pasture heavy with
coarse hairs and droppings
horses and their liquid eyes
shedding winter coats
(and masticated oats)
even they know
they're only scenery
with withers...

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I can't believe he is doing this to me
I feel like loosing him too 
telling me he is going to sleep
but after an hour he is online
or maybe he didn't quit
I see his last seen...

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I found you lost, wandering the desert floor
hatless and shoeless, confused by lack of water
I gave you drink and soothed all I could
put your feet back on the path, pointing
you North like any good friend...

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when I last looked
snow sprawled in
like an embrace from a foreign world
outdoor walk suspended
by squabbles of sleeted wet
unappealing chords
of ice pellets that stand hair on edge
to coat a hatless head in splinters

force that shapes a...

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Streetwalking should be a solitary affair.
Night slips through unseen cracks,
bends the scant light
into dark-eyed windows.

A gangster is in my head,
a punk, scaling my smooth skull
seeking out weak spots,
those eggshell parts
where just a light knock
will shatter...

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The end of March what's going on
Should be basking in the spring sunshine
Somebody's lost their marbles
The start of spring there ain't no sign

There are more than a few things missing
But I guess this will have...

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Sometimes thoughtlessly meandering through foggy streets of memory
Hardly even knowing the trip is here, or is it?
Caught up in wonder as sunlight warms shoulders  carrying hatless freedom
Not wanting to stop this frivolous frolic of...

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He stood there in the late afternoon rain
Holding his tin and thermus
In coal blackened hands
Hatless as the water ran through his hair
Streaking white tracks down his face
To zebra his cheeks  and whiten the nape...

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I found a Stetson cowboy hat
lodged in some tumbleweed
somewhere a hatless cowboy
must be in urgent need

the western sun will be relentless
upon his sweating brow
and burn the tenderness of the face
unless he waits in shadowed boughs

this...

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