Tissue

Tissue

When lovely spring blooms arrive 
after a dreary winter's gloom,

and feathers tickle your nose,
like pepper cast up by sweeping broom,

let's be wise and sensible,
and not quick remedy assume.

better to be proactive, 
and purchase boxes of 

of, of, of,

lilac scented
ti,
ti,
ti-  shoo! 

oh, nebbermind,
tumbody plede padd duh dissue.

Unmerited Finery

Unmerited Finery

She said, “Open wide.”
i did.
she said, “Close down.”
i did.

even though i’m barely
a commoner, 
more the 
peasant or serf,

she treated me as 
Royalty,

placing a crown on
an exhausted molar.

“thank you,” i said, 

and hurried home
toward

Buckinghorse Palace
lest
i be found out.

Genesis, Revised Edition

Genesis, Revised Edition

In the beginning
there was a constant
stream of noise,

and then God

sat down on a wooden stool,

and like grandmother,
intent upon her business of
snapping harvested beans
for the canning jars,

God broke that noise

into discrete pieces
called words,

knowing the Tower of Babel's
foundation had already
been laid


that we might
understand each other,

and laugh,

and love.

Treadmill

Treadmill
 
Before fitness gyms 
were invented,

a young man's 

muscles

usually came
from helping 

Father

lift the stones,

and fetching 
water and firewood

for 

Mother.
 
All the while,
 
Sister
 
studied her 
 
face
 
in the looking glass,
 
and dreamt of the
 
ripped Lad

(apprenticed to the Smithy)
 
holding her in his arms.  

Cacophony

Genesis, Revised Edition

In the beginning
 there was a constant 
stream of noise, 

and then God 

sat down on a wooden stool,

 and like grandmother,
intent upon her business of 
snapping harvested beans 
for the canning jars, 

God broke that noise 

into discrete pieces 
called words,

knowing the Tower of Babel's
foundation had already 
been laid
 

that we might 
understand each other, 

and laugh, 

and love. 

Cobbles Speak Up

Cobbles Speak Up

"Do you envy our beauty?"
the blooms asked the cobblestones.

"Envy? Not at all," came the reply.

"Surely our scent?"

"Envy your scent? Never," came the reply.

"Don't be stubborn. Our delightful shape?"

"What is shape?" the cobbles asked.
"Time and water made us what we are."

"But humans praise us,"
the flowers insisted.

"That is nothing," the stones answered.
"They caress us each day."