Colorfly

what I call a butterfly

she calls a colorfly

and I don't ask her why

I think she's got it right.

what I call a lullaby

she calls a sorry cry

to keep her by my side

but I don't really try

I think she's got it right.

what I call a drink or two

she calls a prelude to

too many in too few

and that I can't deny

I think she's got it right.

what she calls a trail of lies

I call an alibi

can't look her in the eyes

and I can't argue why

I think she's got it right.

what I call a butterfly

she calls a colorfly

she never said goodbye

I think she got it right.

Paint The Wind

An Angel caught my favor

when she whispered in my favorite ear,

she told me I could paint the wind,

I had to stick the stubborn in

and let the air bite at my skin

til the twilight licked the sky.

I want to paint the wind..

I can't say why.

She told me that the colors

of my hair, my face, my eyes..

would all be swept up in a breeze

and travel far and wide.

and once they were deep out at sea

they'd  hurtle high, at rocket speed

and find their place

along the line

of those who are

about to die.

A loose eyelash,

a  sneeze or two,

my footprints in the sand

would do.

Go out tonight

and there just might

be enough

of you to use.

I want to paint the wind

its overdue

I want to paint the wind

it's none too soon

Tonight, I'll face the night

stare down the moon.

Birdbears

Bears do , what Pilgrims did

they die each day.

they crawl about the candlelight

for bread and prayer.


Dirt's freckled with

speckled breath..... of depravity

of humanity ...

of nails clawing in clay.


dreamers eat confusion

for their sanity.

for their dinner time and tea

it's up to you

and down to me.


when the biggest bear

climbs the biggest tree

it's only to get closer

swirling birds and pretty bees.


when the biggest bear

takes it's biggest leap

it wants to join the feathered fleet

beautiful blue sky

hard field of sleep



Bears need perches

Birds need seed

Birdbears need a mix of

blues and frivolity.


Pine away, sweet songbird

in the biggest tree,

they'll be foxes on the ground

to meet your first baby.


Bears need perches

Birds need feed

Birdbears need a mix

of blues and toxicity.


I see sunshine

 tears on pillow sheets

I see bears and birds and foxes

in the wheat of sleep.


Bears need perches

Birds need ease

Birdbears need a hug

Birdbears need a hug from me.


Bears need perches

dreams need ease

Birdbears need a softer world

to lay them down to sleep 

Cryin'jag and Gigglefits

Cryin'Jag left his studio apartment

where the palmetto bugs,

were plentiful and partial

to his tear-stained

bedding cloth

and all the blackness

that he wore.


Gigglefits left her studio apartment

where the fake flowers

were a constant

by her mirror

where she caked her make-up on

and winked at all her charms

and sung a silly song.



Cryin'Jag let his cuffs, hang by his side

like he had cement for arms

and it took the strength of God

to wipe the moisture

from his eyes.

and he shuffled, eyes on toes

as if everybody knows

he's the one

you wouldn't

tangle with.


But a surprise .....

But a beautiful surprise..

from the corner of his cries...


Gigglefits heads to the park

pastel colors, peacock marks

glitter on her face

and nothing in her

mind to waste a thought on

not a single tick

or tock was on her clock

just a skip and a whistle

to her walk

before she sat down

on the lawn.

to lie her head back

towards the sun

and twink her toes

just off the path.


But a surprise .....

But a beautiful surprise..

from the corner of her eyes


Cryin'Jag saw a dead damsel....

he thought she was dismantled

but she was just entangled

in a leafblowers mistake

she was piled high, mid-section

twigs and foliage

misdirected....


but her whole was in the grass

and God she laughed & laughed

like the splitting of the sun

like the chorus of the ones

who had risen from the

sea to teach the world

of harmony.



What a surprise .....

What a beautiful surprise..

for him to see..


Cryin'Jag got on one knee

swept his lashes

blinked to see

the most beautiful girl

he'd ever kneel over

not  ever

drip a drop

on her.


Gigglefits was shadowed by

a guy , she never liked a guy

til she saw this one

above, and looking so in love

and with her.


What a surprise .....

What a beautiful surprise

spending days , spending time

with your beautiful surprise.

Sad Bench (Traurig Sitzbank)

She took a sad walk

to a sad bench

she left her coat at home

she was bare and all alone


so she shivered,cold

with her head held low

like a heavy sack

of don't look back

she was sadly on her own


and she settled in

to a sad pose

on a sad bench

she called her own

and she faced a world turned cold



she took a sad walk

to a sad bench

and she made no sense

at all.....


she had her last laugh

on a sad bench

where she froze to death

late fall


she had no where else to go

there was no one who she knew

except the place she sat and grew

older and colder


she took a sad walk

to a sad bench

where she used to sit and watch

all the pigeons in the park

coo in tune


She used to feed them

crumbs of crust

when she had shoes

She used to name them

when she still

could be amused


then darkness hit the park

like a curtain drawn

on a stark

grand stage

where she used to entertain..

crowds called out her name


when her shoes and mind were

sparkly way beyond

the sad bench

that she now was frozen on


she used to wake at dawn

put her ballet shoes on

and dance with the birds

before she went

to her dressing room


then the bombs were dropped

and the music stopped

and the pigeons

topped tin plates..

dance shoes were replaced..

boots in marching gaits....

and she got lost

in all the hate


now shes layed out

on the sad bench

like a sad tune

that keeps on playing...

to no one


She took a sad walk

to a sad bench

she left her coat at home

she sadly sat alone

and let it go.

Last Snowflake

• Canadian clouds spit out

snowflakes like clowns

spilling out of a Volkswagen beetle.

they tumbled about and headed down south

to cross the Great Lake

towards Oswego


But one flake held back

he was planning to catch

winter thermals

and float even higher

than ever a snowflake had flown...

he was going up into his own

he wanted to be

the first snowflake

set free

& kiss the clouds

on his way down


he was circling

for eyes wide and brown.

hoped to slide down her nose

through her tongue

to her toes

frost a glint in her eyes

wet her mouth opened wide

& pink-tickle

the buds of her mind.


So he crossed the Great Lake

& was swifted down south

all alone, way up high..

loving the blue sky

and the birds...

all those birds flying by



He was the last snowflake

taking in all the sights

He was the last snowflake

he was floating just right


He made his way to Ithaca Town

before the crosswinds

pushed him down,

then he saw his brown eyed girl

picnic park

picnic swirl

mouth shut tight

twirling girl

with a cooler

just by her side


he floated down in it

thought he'd take his time

melting, remembering

his great fall from the sky.


hoped he might just make

the long, wet slide

from wine bottle neck

to her next sip of wine

and kiss her lips

as he did the clouds

he'd kiss her lips

as he did the clouds

Fourth Finch

• Three golden Finches
  
  never seen a fourth,
  
  makes me want to juggle
  
  makes me want to paint the floor...
  
  
  bright yellow, with black borders
  
  sprinkled thistle, suet stripes
  
  makes me wanna roll around
  
  naked,jaundiced,shitting white.
  
  
  
  I am number four
  
  the one you never see.
  
  I am the ghostbird
  
  that has no family tree
  
  
  Three finches
  
  are all you'll ever see
  
  fourth one flutters on my floor
  
  fourth one is me.
  
  
  I drink, licking humidity
  
  lift shades , tongue window,
  
  inhale fleas.
  
  I am  number four
  
  you'll never ever see.
  
  
  Three golden Finches
  
  chirp and flirt
  
  they circle , climb
  
  and dive towards earth
  
  
  I'm number four
  
  I'm pain in paint, I'm dry
  
  too tired to find the sky
  
  too sick to even try
  
  
  
  I am number four
  
  the one that can't be seen
  
  I'm always here, always in fear
  
  I'm always stuck to me.
  
  
  Three golden Finches
  
  bird the bath

they nuzzle chests

they splish their splash



I'm number four

I won't be there

I'm the ghostbird

I'm staying here

Adios Mariposa

Goodbye Mariposa..

I'm heading east ,

taking my feet..

to  Nova Scotia,

where the bobcats

don't eat marigolds,

outside the prison walls.

pretty sure there aint no

bobcats there at all.

Adios, Mariposa..

I've gotta go

Angels in snow...

in Nova Scotia.

where the fruitbats

don't fly in packs..

outside the prison walls

pretty sure there aint no

fruitbats there at all.

rest in peace,Mariposa

I'm strapped here

in this chair..

no Nova Scotia.

where the children

don't shout "kill them"

outside the prison walls

pretty sure

I'm gonna die here

afterall.