{Sometimes the days are as long as marathons}
{Sometimes the afternoons drag on page by page like a boring book}
{Sometimes I watch the clock and will the hands to move with speed}
{But then – but then – the seconds of her life fly by me}
{Before I know it, she is Growing Up}
snot covered baby
sniffles and sneezes and coughs
daddy, make us soup
A joy
A beauty
A light
A genius
A blossom
A psyche
A friend
A spark, a star, a vision.
need a money tree
with crisp leaves of fruitful green
and showers of cash
i’d travel so far
seeing family and country
with my boy and babe
need a money tree
to bring home all the children
trying to get home
without a mere dime
things will get better with time
not a money tree
hand in hand with you
across waters of deep blue
paying bills with dreams
Home again at last
Up to here in gross laundry
Will post something soon
[Check out my Flickr page for photos]
bills not paid this month,
freshman sweatpants are now Vogue -
slim budget, fat babe
Jump, said She
How high? said He
The sky, said She
That’s alright with me
Up, said the Girl
To the top of the world
You can look up at me
That’s okay, said He
I’m not trying to be anything for you these days.
The sweetness that stings.
The organic bon ton. Crafting to glory.
The kind, hip soul. Harmonious rocker chic.
I’m not giving off what I’m not taking in.
Just letting it all hang out. And in.
I can be soft spoken, in a crass sort of way.
Common and yokelish.
I’d rather admit defeat and ride the tonic crests as they come.
In the end, you can win.
i have tears
rolling down my cheeks
while i listen to
nothing’s gonna harm you
not while i’m around
nothing’s gonna harm you
no sir
not while i’m around
demons are prowling everywhere
nowadays
i’ll send them howling, i don’t care
i’ve got ways
no one’s gonna hurt you
no one’s gonna dare
others may desert you
not to worry
whistle, i’ll be there
demons will charm you with a smile
for a while
but in time
nothing can harm you
not while i’m around
