Alone At Sea

Alone at Sea

I’m alone at sea.

In deep water 

With no one to be seen

Submersed.

 In a never ending trench of unknown

No one around to hear me scream

No one around to see me

No one around to save me

And

I’m

Drowning.

Writers Block

I am currently experiencing writers block
No need to restart the computer
No really it's not you it's me
Well actually it's writers block

Horses, horses and more horses!

The Tap Dance Affair

 

The neighbours say I’m crazy

My mother says I’m hazy

But I haven’t a clue why

“Find your dream and make it come true”

Mama said

So I did

My dream is to teach a cockroach to tap dance

 

Why?

I have no idea

If humans have rhythm

Then so can cockroaches  

 

The first problem I face is shoes

Where to find shoes?

Let alone shoes that small?

 

How does one communicate with the roach?

Do I wave my arms about?

Or rather should talk to him keeping my voice quite low

 

Mother said I was delusional

And so did everyone else

If only they realized

Cockroaches are just like everybody else

They don’t bring harm

Look they even crawl up Mama’s arm!

 

Can’t you see it?

My name on a Broadway sign

But I can’t take all the credit

The talent isn’t even mine.

 

“Come one come all”

“To see the show”

“Just watch my dear cockroach”

“Go, go,go!”

Milk Bottle

Carelessly I knocked over the milk bottle.

I can't help it 

Politics drive my passion

I rummaged for a dish towel 

And heard a loud crash 

Bottle.

Broken.

A large puddle of milk 

Perfectly round 

All over 

The newly mopped tile floor 

Great.

I pick up the shattered bottle

Up off the marble tiles 

Bells. I hear a bell 

What could that be?

Couldn't be the clock 

Hmm

How puzzling 

The mouth of the bottle

Broken.

Bells. Again 

This wasn't just any bell 

It was a 

Cow bell.

I place me ear to the jagged edge

Of the broken bottle 

The bell is louder 

The bottle rattles and

Hits the floor

It didn't shatter 

The bottle spins on its side

And out popped  

A cow

Puzzled I observe his big brown eyes

Mooo

He jumps over the spilt milk 

And out the open window 

Politics 

Always politics.

First Thoughts...

 

It’s not like that

It’s just wrong

I’m not sure what it is

Something’s off

I only really want things to work out

Crazy as it might seem

I want more

 

I want to like peaches

I want to go skinny dipping

I want my phone to stop spontaneously playing music

I want to know big words

And what they mean

I want to make toast with the end of the loaf

And like the colour yellow

I want appreciate the smell of turkey brine

 

I want to learn to love everything

And I want to eat a pizza slice; the crust first

I want to taste peanut butter

And learn how to cook Cajun food

I want to explore my history

 

I want the grass to tickle my ears

I want to read the newspaper in the candle light

I want know what real love is 

And stop and smell the roses (literally)

I want to dance in the rain

And be surrounded by cows

I want to understand the true meaning of nursery rhymes

But really most of all I want to understand myself

Wings

Wings

I am in a cage
And I need to be set free
To spread my wings
And fly away
To shatter things past

I am in a cage
And I need to be set free
To feel the whispering wind
In my wings

I am in a cage
And I need to be set free
To open my wings
And find the key

I am in a cage
And I need to be set free
I am in a cage
And I need to be set free
To span my majestic wings
And try
I am in a cage
And I need to be set free

I am in a cage
And I need to be set free
To fly away
And chase my dreams

I am in a cage
And I need to be set free
To spread my wings
And fly away

I am a bird
And all birds can fly
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