At dusk the whimpering tree line
disappears at the gate

The crickets fiddling songs,
caressing wings, silence fleeting,
in vibration of their evening tour

Up and down we wander
feeling for the warmth of the equator

Arriving in the bitter cold of the Arctic
after reading all the signs wrong

Turning to avoid the flashing lights

Stubborn, unable to listen to the correct directions

I will take my hands off you
no longer will I worry
don't you hurry
you are already getting blurry
you are now free

Tuesday and he wakes
opens up the floodgates
to rush into the morning air
and
though he may be
fair of face and sound of mind
he still can't find
his socks.

Jesus
sandals on his feet
he flip-flops
on his way.

I had no idea your heart was a lover's grave yard.

For faces and waists
Abs and butts
And whatever else you want
enhanced or cut

Skew it and filter it
and cook it for a while
Any way you want,
you will be in style!!

With a background or not
Bring on four more
Packed muscles for you
So you won’t be a bore?

It’s a new dawn
And even if it’s not,
You can make it so
With push of a dot.

Good luck to you all
For there are fish in the sea
Don’t know if they’re cats
But probably

Grizzly and grey
no!
not me,
I mean Monday.

I've looked
but there's no way out
except at the end
where we all make our exit,

dark?
not really,
the sun, though older than I
still rises
still lights up the sky
I light up a cigarette
wondering why it's
Monday.