Winter Dance

Ring around the chill brains,

Pocket full of frosty frames,

Ruddy nose,

Muddy toes,

We all melt down.

The Prospector

Beating strong is my heart as I stand at this edge.

Inside me a baby looks inward, and cries for himself.

A student looks upward, and hopes for himself.
A teacher looks outward, and lights up for himself.
Aye, and herein, too, trembles the cowardly me
who strives for the guts to look downward.
For in the canyons of complex nature
I sense a magnificence that,
though riddled with peril,
 is flickering wildly with
sweet hints of gold.

I try to learn something of value

from everyone I meet...

so let me just say it now: Ahhhh...ha!

Ahhhh!

Now this is the most

refreshing attitude

I've had all week.

Pant! Pant!

This is quite a work out.

Sixty-eight laps up and over that fence

on a king tide and I'm getting

quite the muscles.

Can you believe these waves?

We just jumped the barrier fence.

With global warming on our side

we're going to be taking over the planet in no time.

Is this a major opportunity 

stifled into a dreadful lockdown

by a snarl of insensitivity?

Or ... or...

Or is it a confused opportunity just

waiting to be combed and de-cluttered

by talented rock climbers?

At age 42, plain Jane turned off the Pop squawk

and found - aye, even reveled in -

 her majestic main squeeze glory.

Night sweats: the enlightened sleep of Paradise.

Oh, to fly as free as the breeze.

A great thing about world consciousness

is imagining where the winds are coming from.

Venice?

Madagascar!

There's this spirited little guy

running around in my head, yelling and

waving as if he has some answers, but

I swear I went cold turkey

on spirits years ago!

Serenity glides past a distant call to arms.

The crowd roars.

... and, God? Thank you for my

vivid imagination.

On this edge of aged opportunity

I salute the passing

of liquid bries.

When I asked to be put on a pedestal

I shoulda thought more in the line

of sports or dance. This being of

statuesque majesty is a bit

stiffening in the joints,

don't ya think?

We're getting to the point

where there's no room

for mobile homes.

What is it with these guys 

and throwing things away?

It's bad enough that they clutter

our home with their leftovers,

but then they go and snag

my lusciously perfect lower lip,

yank me up out of the water,

tickle my sensitive gills,

(supposedly to get the damn hook out,

yeah, sure!) and then, and then,

without a speck of courtesy,

they rudely say I'm too small

and toss me back into their dumping grounds.

What kind of treatment is this, I ask you.

Now it seems I must not only deal

with the brutal invasion of unwanted detritus,

but also with the jarring fact

that I am the detritus.

How 'bout gettin' toasted together?

(Spit, lick, stick.)

There you go, Poppet.

Good as new.

The Lazy Day Lesson Savior

Sister Saroya's angelic tune ups

were famous for transforming

the most vacant of flocked sheep

into the warmest of wool gatherers.

Pearls of Wisdom Lost in the City

Everybody stay close together

and we might not lose our heads.

Remember, hold the temper tantrums

until after dessert.

When I was young

I remember setting out

to climb the ladder.

Today I look back

and I see I AM the ladder.

I guess I feel content. 

...though a bit rung out.

Ahhh.

Being the rock.

Coldishly calm inside.

Reflectively hottish outside.

Oh, Larry...

What's going on?

I just can't seem to make

sense of anything anymore.

Now, Mitzy, calm down.

You and I make plenty of sense.

It's the world that's all tossed up

sideways and blowing itself a tantrum.

Rooting Carnation

I once dated a psychic hypnotist

who saw that in my previous incarnation

I was a frilly, freshly scented flower.

Supposedly I spent my adult life in a

perpetual states of frustration,

always aiming to get past the first date,

but undeniably wilting before the second.

She said this time around

I get to be more grounded in spirit.

Can you believe the

stuff some people

come up with?

Hey, wanna 

commingle

our juices?

I just went to the doctor

and he says my triptophan count is up.

That's good, right?

Gobble! Gobble!

Tsk, tsk. 

I see Julietini has been

shaking up Oliver again. 

Avoid the thorn... ✓

Avoid the thorn... ✓

Avoid the thorn... ✓

Avoid the thorn... ✓

Avoid the th... ℆ss!!!!