Down home brass:
Seventy-six trombones
And a chesty babe whose hair coloring
Has been enhanced by chemical aid.
Paperback.
if life's a paperback
sir can you please make mine spillaine
spilled from a paper sack
pored over by the unknow brain
apples
Where is our seed?
Apples falling on the ground,
Lying neath a cider sound,
Here we always will be found
It's autumn.
Maple
Maple sugar, maple syrup
Old fashioned end of winter
Sweetness.
oh the sweetness of your little home
in evenings when the hearth is warmth
and the nursing child is at your breast
he at the threshold arrived like ulysses
ship
I thought I saw a ship
Like a cloud in the sky
A white sail flickering
Sunlight in my eye
All day I waited
For another sign
But a ship didn't pass
This raft of mine
I thought I saw a ship
Just last night
Somewhere on the horizon
I thought I saw a light
But when the dawn called to me
There was no ship in sight
But I'll look again today
And I'll look again tonight
stars
The stars shine brightly
On the darkened sky
A reminder of tomorrows
Coming light
The moon's pale beams
Stretch across the sea
Twinkling like the stars
That shine for you and me
Breathe.
Breathe! The fog on the glass shows life.
The hearts that beat,
The soul's retreat.
Breathe! Inhale the sweet and the bitter
Both are right
Like day and night.
Breathe!
Seed. <smile>
when sprouts the little seed
the raindrops tend to feed
til shoots the tree or weed
to skyward
from the dark it is freed
hammer
Like a hammer pounds the rain
Breaking the silence of the day
Thunder booming, lightening flashing
Then comes the suns ray
Gleaming from the droplets
Still dangling on the leaves
Brilliant, bright, little rainbows
Bringing joy to all who see
Stark
Stark reality of bliss,
Nothing to do with love or kiss,
Only in light of deepest pain,
Can we see sunlight through the rain.
Eagle
Eagle flying ever high,
Bird with power that rules the sky,
No other bird will attempt to take,
The power for their own lifes sake.
Power
power from madness
the shots of a gun
through bottles the beetles run
how negative to splatter
protoplasm
in the name of justice and fun
shoe(s)
Shoes whose tongues will never speak,
Well worn leather, strong but meek.
Finding you in closet corner,
I remain a silent mourner.
hands
Hands off! Hands up!
Hand in. Prepositions give
Hands much power.
November
November is really a time of change
during these times things can start to feel strange
But we give thanks as it draws towards the end
For being around with family and friends
Heaven
Transport me to taste bud heaven
Where live delights we owe to leaven
The finest wines and fresh made breads
Makes you hungry, don't it Fred?
Frugal
Frugal star that hangs above,
Full and stated moon of love,
Gravity and neap tide ocean,
Sweet the feel of soothing lotion
Bathing in the silver notion
Of its rays.
cellophane
celophane sky
the sunny eye
of cyclops sun
an egg on a bun
salty
Salty air fills the senses
As the tides wash in and out
Forgetting the day's troubles
Washing away all doubt
Ah the ocean
The wonder it brings
The depth, the length
The things unseen
Only there is solice felt
With stillness all around
The hearts steady beat
Like the waves will pound
Throb
