Sirocco

You missed a sirocco at the house today

Natures bounty bobbing and twisting and weaving

To the caprice of the great universal spirit

Leaves crawling across the ground

Stunned

Rivers and streams of water in the sky

Gushing in supplication

To the greatness

Of the universal sprit

Whoever heshe is

We all bow and bob and weave to your greatness

Or make ourselves small

In herhims greatness

kneeling and then springing up in song

A sirocco we may never see again

You missed a sirocco at the house today.

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PRETTY LITTLE ROOM

Pretty little room

Pretty little things

Pretty little girl

Pretty short auburn hair

Pretty little room

Curled up in a ball

Surrounded by pretty little things

She made

Pretty little hands

Making beautiful things

Curled up in a ball

A purple ball

On a purple day

Curled up surrounded by pretty little things

Purple things

On a purple day

Pretty in purple

Pretty little hummingbird

Outside a pretty little room

On a pretty little day

In a purple mood

Humming

Happily

Nothing In This World Is Perfect

Except a summers day

crepuscular rays reigning down

on willing participants

people caring for each other without a care

caring but not caring

77 degrees of separation

from caring

sharing a day in the crepuscular rays

swimming in the clement surroundings

air conditioners turned to the off position

the preferred position

rose of sharons blossoming under the 77 diffused degrees

of   sunlight separation

gentle breeze

of gentleness

caressing sharons roses of sharon

what could be finer

on a summers day ?

SAMMARAS

Warm Williwaws

Wafted

Sammaras

Through

The garden of my life

Pollinated seeds

Searching

Utching

Stemming

And plotzing

And

Shushing

For a piece of ground

Sooners

Homesteading

Gods

Creatures

Willawaw

Whither goest thou

Where are you taking us

Spinning

Dizzy

Dancing

Winging

Into a gutter

A slum of samarras

Tenements

Decaying dregs

Washed away

Wondering

What happened to last years willawaws

Which way you going willywaw

U R AN A

You R an artist

What R U worried about

Let it all hang out

Let it grow

Grow facial hair

You R an artiste

Accent grav on the E

You dont care

Reach out and touch

Paint it

Write it

Read it

Bleed it

Seed it

Need it

Feed it

Let all of your hair grow

Fungus

Mold

Mold it

Break it

Shake it

Seed it

Water it

Grow it

What R U worried about

U R AN A

SHOULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING

I should have done something

When I heard the homily

I actually listened to the homily

I should have done something

I should have asked Jesus

The worst thing he could have said was no

I should have asked Jesus

Now I will never know

I should have listened to the homily

Then I never would have asked Jesus

I should have asked her

I could see it in her eyes

She wanted me to ask her

Jesus bloody wept

I Think Her Name Was Derhonda

You dont know what you are missing

Misty roses and butterfly kissing

Till I find all your G-spots

Pebbled aureoles

Touches of cold and hot

A shoulder to lean on

To laugh on

To cry on

Will it be perfection

Probably not

But sometimes sadness and tears

Make the smile more endearing

While Im standing and tracing your delicate waist

Caressing your concavities without any haste

Lingering fingers

Tracing your treasures

Slowly and surely

Sharing our pleasures

Using my mouth

To take all your measures

Music and laughter

Feel your body shiver

Doesnt matter who

Is the taker or giver

Laying with you and holding your hand

Cherish the moment

Make no demands

Sunrise and sunset

Valleys of fear

Turn to waving fields of alfalfa when I have you near

Pounding,pulsating waves

Wild,stormy beaches

When Im holding you

The tide will never reach us