Thursday, June 28, 2012

s upThe Lost Angel of the Northland

A little girl
wonders
why don't
they like me
Is is the way my hair curls
From now on I'm
gonna speak my mind
no more hiding in the corner
crying
This is it
speak it
or beat it

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Things are never as good as you'd like them-they're better

Another scircher in the Bay-Gonna take down the curtains and have a sun bath-There is no telling how long we've loved like this-the strawberry patch is nearly nineteen years old-the bears never come out because they're scared- I've watched so many Father Knows Best-that O think I'm Cathy-the trouble with getting old is that you think you know everything-I've come full circle this tome-another year might not be in the cards- I could lay down and not wake up-

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

The Buzzaround town is that the Kids are coming-all nine-Let me take a minute to prepare

They call it the pscychotic break
when one goes too far
out on a limb
I Conked out a lil' while ago
couldn't tewll why
there was a space on the mantle
caise I was holding the GingerPot
Call me lame
of another planet
I see the svene
unfolding
the yellow plastic Daisies
on the table
bird in a cage
All ways someone telling you
I'm outta line
you stuck w/the kids
like I said
we never planned for the roof
to cave in
shit happens

Monday, June 4, 2012

One time I Escape/You are Pssed-They say to not go Up-there is Danger Ahead

I Chant
A hoo A hoo
Oh time to winch the Wagon to the ole car hitch
There is room for the older ones
but the Song birds are not
permitted in the second cabin
leaves between my ties
like they tell the girls
Beware-the Dark Forest
has a million eyes staring
at you
Take the Chines Embroidered purse it's my design
and the Sewing Mags
but if you sleep with my Man again
I'll kill you
the shell positioned in the Living Room floor
Have the Rockaway Sand thick like powder
crunching the already convoluted scent of years
of scavanging thru old houses
and the tale of three blind mice
wash my blood w/yours
the stain cannot say whose fault
the Umbrellas are up-the Wire is cut
E.C and Gregory have danced w/me
the two-step I know
carries me hime
Tra La La La