the night the poems

came by to say

hello

the walls were stained mellow with

grief

and bottle of curdled wine,

dusty with dead spiders

sat about like memories best

forgotten.

literally metaphorically.

Stand perfectly still.

Wait.

Wait more.

If your heart starts pounding against your chest, this might be an indication that your heart wants to push forward. Take a step forward for every pound of your heart. At this rate, you’ll be across the room by daybreak. But after all, distance makes the heart grow fonder.

Close eyes to exit...

If I was there with you now,

we'd giggle like little kids and then

you'd tackle me and we'd roll around on the floor

until the end of time

We are so quiet

like water

sitting so still and waiting

to be splashed into

Pause

It’s a damned drag when your

Brain and your words get

Weary and you stumble about

On a blank page

Time to collect my honors

Yet?

Or will I piss off everybody

And go for another

Twenty odd years?

(I could collect a few new rejection slips on the way)

but meanwhile, I believe I’ll take a

late dip in your spa in the

moonlight.

Its been a great run and, I think a

Worthy one,

So now I’ll follow my belly

Down the stairway and into your

Yard and into the bubbling water.

This precious thing isn’t over yet.

It could be that I am just warming up to the

Battle.

With you, with me, with life, with death

Itself.

I warned you long ago that I’d

Always be here to disturb your fondest

Dreams!

And now its into the foaming spa as

New poems

Begin to

Swirl and build

Within.