Kerouac Night

Kerouac night
In Berkeley out of sight
Stars shine high
Wish that I could fly
Walk with wife
The love of my life
Ginsberg day
Was feeling okay
Had a run
Then enjoyed the sun
Eat good meal
Saw a movie felt real
Kerouac night
In Berkeley out of sight

It's All About the D

Dopamine and dragon angels dance on the doorways
The daring dashes of dead sentences demand answers
We live each damn daring day in dreams of golden sunshine
The purposeful decades don't defer we linger in love
But delicious hopes don't dawdle on dime store novels
The pleasing delights of doves and swing dances arrange
And oh the dos and don'ts of dervish dogs
Let's not defer the diamond laced donuts
Come dine on the daft ducky dill derby

Baby Don't Go

Don't leave me for a fella in a cowboy hat
That would be awful, I'd really hate that
Don't cheat on me with a some young fancy pants
After all I deserve a second and third chance
Don't abandon me for someone with a lot of money
After all I'm your sweetie, I'm your honey
Don't dump me for someone who wears suede shoes
That'd give me a case of the blues
Don't run off with some guy who reads the National Review
That would be a horrible thing for you to do
Stay with me, my darling, my love, my sweet
We've got a love that can't be beat

The Holidays Are Over

Take down the tree -- we don't need it anymore
Put away the decorations -- we'll see them next year
Stop humming the carols -- that's all over now
Go back to a normal diet -- weight has been put on
The holidays are over and its back to work
The holidays are over and the alarm clocks need setting
The holidays are over and visitors have gone away
Life is ordinary and regular and normal again
It is plain and stripped of color
One day like the next
We again work for weekends that fly by so quickly
Sweep up the pine needles -- they're a sad reminder of what was
Pack up the ribbons and the paper and don't snag the lights
Black and white is back
No jolly greetings
It's over
It's done I tell you
Get back to work

Grammar Life

I’m the contraction that I write
You are the pronoun
We reach for the verb
It is all I can do to make these words appear
To wonder at my exhaustion
Feeling the tired fingers that want to sleep
As my mind gets fuzzier
Mists of a brain surround each thought
And through the eternal night of my heart
I slumber into the next line
Which is this one
Never confused
Always the definite answer of maybe
The incomplete thought
Past participles have ended
And the continuous is still going
My grammar life is nigh

Candidate

Go great grating voice and trouble me no more
You foul the air with your jabberings
As I, who long for clarity, wonder at you
For those meandering musings and nonsensical jibes
Aim them elsewhere and take your foggy mind away
There is peace and justice where you are absent
Sanity reigns in your absence
We covet the times that you are silent
So few yet so precious
Take your death talk and hate and depart
Find a universe for your ego and ramblings
Pain inflicting vitriol unbecoming of this place
Sorrow in your wake and angry confusion
You are a blight and multiply ignorance
Would that there were a universal mute button
Just for you

Kitchen

One can of soup in a cupboard
Still so much hate
A lot of love
Empty drawer
Complex questions
Difficult answers
Soggy bottom bag
Unreasonable demands
Hopeful questions
Limp and lonely celery stalk
Angry outbursts
Tender kisses
Dirty saucepan
Painful truths
Wonderful advancements
A new refrigerator
And therein lies
The rub