Four Lines at a time

When you talk
in your sleep
truths revealed
some are deep

Great fun
will be ours
sit down
we'll talk for hours

If you're my friend
yet I'm your foe
where do we meet
without the woe?

If you're the trouble
and I'm the solution
follow me
for less confusion

Drink your beer
tell your story
reveal it all
leave in the glory

I told her no
well that's not true
I told her yes
and she came through

All the love
that you enhance
you are fine
you like to dance

The Sun has set
I hate to say
my beer is empty
I cannot stay

Snow Creature

The delighted looked on

as snow creature posed

standing small in the cold

with pine bough hair

and pinecone accents

With boobs galore

for tales to tell

Then copious rays

winked hello

to nature's release

Sun kissed

as she melted away 

Helpful

So, I said to my friend:

Drink some water
drink your juice
I'll play with you
when you are loose

Pure

Wild is lovely
naughty is nice
Roughed up innate
slips to the edge
Luxuriant will
sweetly whispers
come here

Gone

October settles
September's truth
Plunged into want
so long ago
She died and left me
Intentionally gone
parted, left wounded
as if to say
I don't matter
not in a way
as if unworthy
when doubt, courage
and sanity control Id
as demands the soul

Loose

Just want to hang loose

at the edge of the morning

becoming day

watching shimmering reflections

of sunshine over water

glistening, bouncing

pushing waves floating sailboats

under cirrus clouds

of wispy, suspended vapor

as leaves degreen

into amber and crimson

cool, crisp air forcing change

with winds

yearning to blow me away 

Forest

  

A hike deep into the woods
you stay as if blown there
as a seed
as the song from a bird
and wind through your hair
an alluring passion
to linger forever
like a forest flower
who could never be lost
only found

Run Wild

"I want to run wild, just far enough to reach a good time."
- Jenny

for Far

Run wild
far enough
view to trust
yet near enough
attention teased
dismissed, appeased
no particular direction
or thrust
the meadow sings
flowers sublime
barriers known
rendered fucking oblivious
salubriously fine