Glimmer

When nothing doing in between
it gives me courage to be still
that Robert Frost had often seen
rains hewing a stony hill.

I am picked up by gentle forks
and sent on wings of paper planes.
So I fill the air with good works
and let it kiss your window panes.

The Dribble

Dribble dribble orange ball.
You're not like planet earth.
Planet spins as spirits fall.
Spirits rise when basketball
touches my hand with its mirth.

Touches my hand like a club.
Draws me near as a crib.
Smiles at me like a scrub.
Pokes me in a hidden rib
where my T-Shirt gets a scrub.

Dribble onto piece of cup
smiling at my little toe
smeared with the wrong ketchup.
Dribble dribble only so,
so that ketchup only toe.

So that ketchup on a ketch
such a so as an As.
Dribble dribble, patch the patch,
as the saying dribble says.
Patch the patch the dribble says.

* * *

The dreamy fountain refuses sips
as the dove eyes a neighboring lark.
Black keys, nimble fingertips
why are you jogging in the park?

The heavens sway from too much drink.
The crows burp Amen to that.
The housemaid cleans somebody's sink.
On her crown perches the elected cat.

He will not saunter in the park
nor see the crows firsthand.
The fountain's graffiti mark
wont feel the housemaid's hand.

Those fingertips might fall in lark.
And some will guess with who.
Perhaps with black keys in the park
and by the fountain too.

Hey ho and vessel of cheese.

How Homer always likes to laugh.
Peter sports flatulence.
My boss is cruel to his staff
and gives an evil glance.
And Kyle is strict, and Eric wrong.
My coworker's name is Huang Wong.

A Smile's Place

I'd love to find a smile's place.
A delicate smile on my face -
don't shatter it night and day.
I'll place it on my silver tray.

I'd love to find a smile's place.
That reptile in a reptile race
colored shades of green and grey
will slither or crawl away.

I'd love to find a smile's place
in hell on high-heels with a lace,
in love, any season but in May
in any season is OK.

I'd love to find a smile's place
where the score does not erase,
where the choir doesn't neigh
where jelly cellos play.

Don't Clown with a Clown

I eased to lie on the table,
a chair in each hand,
as long as I was able
to feel above the land.
And when the sun trickled down
I now was holding strong
onto the hopes of a clown
as onto something long.
I knew there roars a time
for saying just Shalom,
for flipping up a dime
and not returning home.
But lying on the table,
a chair to each palm,
I summoned strength and was able
to kick my clown calm.

Awesome, Dude

A friend told a friend told a friend
the world is going to end.
And I heard on my end
all rules will break or bend.

An overwhelming fear beats.
The truth is out - beauty - Keats.
This engorged awe spills like rain
and washes pure our mental grain.

And let all wither, let all roll
down the slope of your judgment call.