Poems don’t always have to be seriously deadly.. ? do they ? Sometimes a whim of whimsical floats my sails and trails off into my pen.. and then we (well, you in this particular instance) get some of these little devils…
leaves! leaves ! leaves !
a flush of color
a thrush flits under
beautiful shades of the fallen
a cricket in the toilet
flush! flush! flush!
I must decide
live or die
hush, hush, hush
oh sweet leaf that falls
relief from the pressures of summer
the warmth of the coming winter
prepare to hunker
DMK Notes: “sweet leaf” in the last poem is a not so subtle reference to Black Sabbath (cool song but also makes the line a double entendre). So, Finally a beautiful day here in northern New Jersey (traffic paradise of the northern realms, I would be a Stark if you had to ask).
If I won the lottery would I write more… or less? Or more or less if I win the lottery would I write?
Musical Interlude of the Moment: Tycho – Human Condition
ciao francisco rinaldi! (pasta sauce jokes… the new frontier)