the thing is
(I was puzzled that in my room,
where I am surrounded with Buddhas and hindu gods,
there is no Jesus…
I whirled around
and settled down
and realized
the thing is…)
the thing is
you don’t bow down to Jesus
you just open your heart
and say
love is an option
you don’t bow down to love
you don’t bow down to love
you open your heart
love is an option
love is an option
love is an option
you just open your heart
click on the pigeon to home
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this is a somewhat wobbley “hum”,
would you believe it
that was an ‘hum’
observe
this is a somewhat wobbley “hum”,
would you believe it
that was an ‘hum’
observe
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such a night (Chedee’s)
(there was this old fella
who’d talk and talk
about old glories babbling
with such expectation…
it reminded me of my dog)
Dave and the beagle spun
the infinite into love
sounded good
felt better on the face
see how they pull us together
and push us apart
loose ends tied up
all across the common
the fates and conspiracies
that I should meet Bronwen
on such a night
our little camaraderie
Vonegut’s karass (meaningful groups)
oh well fated
whatever the devils’ say
Bron knew the words
I need more…
need more
connections
to stay alive
to remember
the beagle
and love
in the end it was just a first verse
though we’re always looking for another stanza
slogans slogans it ends in slogans
I crawled home
it fell out
though I’d tied it together
all the loose ends
Dave and the beagle
Dave and the beagle
Dave and the beagle
I love you
click on the pigeon to home
such a night (Chedee’s)
(there was this old fella
who’d talk and talk
about old glories babbling
with such expectation…
it reminded me of my dog)
Dave and the beagle spun
the infinite into love
sounded good
felt better on the face
see how they pull us together
and push us apart
loose ends tied up
all across the common
the fates and conspiracies
that I should meet Bronwen
on such a night
our little camaraderie
Vonegut’s karass (meaningful groups)
oh well fated
whatever the devils’ say
Bron knew the words
I need more…
need more
connections
to stay alive
to remember
the beagle
and love
in the end it was just a first verse
though we’re always looking for another stanza
slogans slogans it ends in slogans
I crawled home
it fell out
though I’d tied it together
all the loose ends
Dave and the beagle
Dave and the beagle
Dave and the beagle
I love you
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on the subway
an angular face
and the blue light played on it
it wasn’t beautiful
but God it was gorgeous
reading eight pages of double spaced type
no one writes a personal letter in double spacing
but she read and reread
on the border of tears
didn’t get off at my stop
so I’ll never know
click on the pigeon to home
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my grandson, Leo (3), recently coined the term
“trouser beak”…
click on the pigeon to home
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