Thursday, April 24, 2014

a different snow is falling

the wind still has bite
but it also spreads yellow
blue, pink, purple, white

Freedom

Freedom is an empty room
Windows open
White walls
Adorned only by the shadows cast by
The sheer curtains
Fluttering in the breeze
Wide plank pine floors
Painted with shadows and
Light and
All of it
Always
Waiting
Yearning
To be less perfect
Less empty
Less
Free


Wish You Were Here

Remember postcards
Having a great time
Wish you were here
And such
Well now
Now
With text and
Twitter and
Facebook
You're basically in the room and
I suppose
Regardless of how much I wish and
Which star I wish upon
That's about all
I can guarantee



Friday, April 18, 2014

Elephants For Grandma

Stampeding
Through a formerly quiet glade
Trumpeting on the way in and
On the way out
Breaking branches
Breaking trees
Stepping on toes and
Talons and
Hooves
Trampleling down
Everything and 
Anything and
Vanishing
With smiles all around

Wednesday, April 09, 2014

Realtor

The mums I planted last year
On the advice of the Realtor we had yet to hire
Are poking up through the mulch
That I melted snow in order to lay in February
To help our new Realtor
Sell our house and
While I am not sure about the decision to capitalize Realtor
I am sure
As I sit here typing
In the same office I was typing in at this tome last year
That I have no interest
In seeing the mums bloom again this fall
Regardless of who our
realtor
Is

Tuesday, April 08, 2014

I'm Here


Parenthood is about 
Prescience and 
Presents
The most 
Precious of which is
Presence


Seasonal Impatience

flowers everywhere
green grass and buds on the trees
where's eighty degrees

Nothingness

Emptiness I know
I've been in the house
When the monitors aren't just silent
They're off and
I can hear the wind and
The hum of the computer and
My own elbow knocking against the table
I've lain in bed questioning
Every relationship
Every opportunity
Every decision
Every question
I've run through an abandoned military base
Barracks
Commissaries
Air strips
All empty but
All still there
Even if only in memory
I've never
However
Been nowhere
But
I will
Know nothingness too and
That scares me most of all

Monday, April 07, 2014

Hello Jo-Jo Kitty

Hello Jo–Jo Kitty
Are you asleep?
You look so comfy cozy
Your head buried between your paws
What are you dreaming about?
Me?
Catnip mice?
Flying feathers?
A door left open a second too long?
Or maybe
These days
A few seconds too long?
Your favorite food?
The wet kind?
Tuna?
A plastic bag?
You do love to chew plastic
Don’t you?
Don’t you?
Sorry
I didn’t mean to say that out loud
But now that your eyes are open
I know what else you like
Let me pet you under your neck
You can just sit and purr
And close those eyes again
Just settle all that matted fur back into the chair
And relax
Little hands and little old heads
We’e a good combination
Aren’t we?
Aren’t we Jo-Jo Kitty?

By: Wyeth and Daddy

Saturday, April 05, 2014

A Shortened Perspective

Childhood is rhyme
Parenthood is prose
Although
The system can be shaken up
From time to time
I suppose

Slow Down and Ketchup

To you
The slower life might have some pop
But for me
Unfortunately
It's slow down and
Ketchup

Friday, April 04, 2014

Selective Vision

yellow. green, blue, white
you don't remember when it's
grey, windy, and wet