Muse Hair
A hot pan a hot pan
the camera slides in and out as on a lubricated tendril of aloe vera
no one knows the same thing
no two people sink or swim together unless one is buoyed at some point by the other
sad – no
just true
but
an understanding of this – as full as possible is needed
always
at least often
if relating is to be possible
Hey me
Who cares if your mother wears Nikes
Who cares if you do
Who cares if you wear British Nights
Who cares if you wear L.A. Gear
You do
Who cares if you wear Polo shirts
Who cares if you wear all black
Who cares if you wear sneakers
Who cares if you wear patent leather shoes
You do
No confessions on Easter Sunday
Finding the tune
I wish to complain
But I don’t want to be a pain
So I won’t complain
I will just walk on down the lane
I wish to talk
But I don’t want to interrupt
So I won’t talk
I will just hang my head in silent shame
I’d like to breath
But I don’t want to ruffle your feathers
So I’ll hold my breath
I will become very still and never speak again
But perhaps I’ll change
I have a tune you know
I’ll make music
Sing songs
Use my brain
Shine bright
Be loud at dawn
Be the party they all seek at night
She Wondered
She looked at the conquering hilltops and wondered
How did anyone arrive there?
The parties would come from far-flung lands
With ropes and metal brackets
To make their approach
Instead of wonder when she was one year older
She just looked down and enjoyed the gleaming sun
Reflected in her silver brooch
Rice and Wisdom
Underneath the milky way
They will talk and have their say
Explain it all – say it twice
See it come and go in a thrice
“This is the wisdom” said he
“Just eat a piece of rice”
I want ice cream
I want ice cream now
because I remember it tasted so good
that time we ate it together out of a bowl made of wood.
I want it less because they are offering me a paper plate
and that won’t do because if I eat it that way I will
never remember the date
Give me the bowl that the ice cream came in
I want ice cream and I want it now
Please give me ice cream like you know you should
Flippant
Your words don’t rhyme
The rhythm I add when reading them is all mine
Send the beggars home
Send the glamour-goblins across the seas
Invite a wise man to tea
Stay flippant and stay awake with coffee