It's cloudy and dark and the temperature's low
Makes me sleepy, tired, sluggish and slow
But while i'd rather have sunshine than gray
It keeps the horrible heatwave away
"Save The Best for Last"
A #Poem written for my partner, Hikari Selene
You've waited for so long
While I loved others like a song
Enough verses written to fill a tome
Yet not once have I written you a poem
Faithfully you've waited
Silently you've anticipated
With lips and hands pressed tight
Loving me gently like moonlight
But darling look around and see
This life of ours is my poem to thee
It's shaped by all the little choices
And rhymes with both our children's voices
A masterpiece is not composed fast
I had to save the best for last
The pieces of our hearts ring like chimes
Celebrating a love meant to last seven lifetimes
I've lost track of where I end and you begin
To our generation that might seem like a sin
Let's blaspheme as two souls mix where they meet
I'll offer my prayers to the moon dust from your feet
For our love has been a mythic fairy tale
One forged like steel that's supple not frail
It's elegance woven with grace and simplicity
Into each minute since you first saw me
To you I was guided like Theseus's twine
By a crimson red ribbon with a grander design
Of a pinky promise made in case I lost my way
Silver light of night guiding towards dawning day
Only for you can I weave all this meaning
In a way beyond the first simple reading
You alone have all the tools to decode
Because you've made my heart your abode
Before, I could not see this poem for you
To observe it at all you need a bird's eye view
It's breadth and depth beyond simply vast
Because for you I saved the best for last
I've come for you, the vulture does say,
As they do in that Edgar Allen Poe way,
I'll sit right here and wait for some lunch,
On your rotting bones and flesh shall I munch
Oh wait, I'm wrong and you're not dying alone?
That smell's just your brand new cologne?
Snippets of memory
Green grass
Laden picnic table
Sunny day
The brook
The chickens
Rides on the tractor
Jaundiced view
Standing in the midst
Of such perfection
We just kept trying to shape it
Change it, manipulate it
When it was already perfect
It's a slug party,
and I've bought them all a beer
Let's invite them to come right over,
and have a great cheer
It was the cheapest beer they sell nearby
But for a party it will fly
The question is really,
Will they just get drunk, or die?
Make me a a bird flu milkshake please
Something I can drink with ease
Full of viral particles, raw and alive
So my immune system can go into overdrive
Hopefully it won't make me too sick
Or make my eyes bloodshot and snot too thick
Or cause a fever, or gastric distress
Or make me vomit all over my dress
Raw milk is healthier for you they say
Or so the cuckoo raw milk nuts yell today
Until they're all killed off and dead of the flu
or they survive, and they just pass it on to you
Oh geez. Well, if you ever wanted to watch slugs getting rip roaring drunk on beer (and not actually getting trapped by said beer)... here you go. h/t @stfn#slugs#gardening#beer
I served some beer for the slugs outside
Hoping it would work to give them a ride
To the great beyond where the big slugs go
And finally stop eating the squash and tomato
Unfortunately it appears I have gone too far
And built a great happening slug bar
Where the beer is cheap and the music is great
And you can stay out all night with your hot slug date
With thanks to editor David A. Bishop I have five poems from ‘American Geegaws’ (the collection I am currently working on) published in issue 5 of #RANGER magazine.
I am in some blisteringly fine company here. You can browse the whole issue at: