Expertly I sit down,
the recliner jumps to my command.
The friends of George Washington are here
they come bearing paw paw and cloud berries.
I am a native morning in Appalachia,
there, where all is fair,
peace tailspins out
as two plastic flamingos mate
in a squeaky rubber pool.
I tune in to watch another mind.
King Kong is bouncing up and down
using my brain for a trampoline.
Yesterday's wine bottle is empty again
I pour myself out;
sip those sweet red puddles of existence.
The founding fathers are protesting
the inflationary cost of saltpeter,
the flying fusty powder of their wigs
makes King Kong sneeze.
George Washington is taking
a well-earned nap.
The recliner rears up
ready to get going somewhere -
anywhere will do.
I see the horizon turn purple on your skin
As the sun sets slowly from our sight
And now our last song begins
The birds have flown from somewhere within
Parting in violet air with the advent of night
Our poem of silent voices quiver and transcend
While under the stars we flash smiles with garish chagrin
Holding hands across the table’s candlelight
As the fiddlers play sweet lavender violins
Breezes cool our temperate regard towards this end
To lighten our hearts demise in this paltry plight
Our denial of love seems such a soulless sin
Intently we form words but mouths never open
Our time has come to its end tonight
There is only silence above this amethyst din
We gaze into each other’s eyes like birds in tailspins
Fleeing and desperately tendering our broken light
While the dark purple hues consumes us as we sadly end
Sinking soundless and powerless
dismantled like wingless birds in flight
November 30, 2021
Softly the breeze flows through scented meadows
gentle sounds of water from the rivers
and haunting notes of music crescendos
in the distant background from the speakers
A cascading shower of climbing roses
she waits for her lover impatiently
over his lateness she agonizes
at last his footsteps coming hurriedly
he catches her up in his arms and spins
round and round until dizzy they both fall
her heart and emotions are now tailspins
she loves knowing it could lead to downfall
For to another one he is promised
yet he tells her that his heart belongs to her
she knows that he is a materialist
at first it had seemed a great adventure
Sighing she tells him that he must depart
his plans of her seduction now thwart