CALIFORNIA HWY #1
Pacific coasts by
CALIFORNIA HWY #1
Pacific coasts by
PRAIRIE BUMPER STICKER
I brake for trains
that don’t run anymore
OUTSIDE WALLY AND LEA’S WINDOW
Noble futility
small fountain
standing in the rain
MOSSBANK II
Valve trombone and trumpet
Ernie and me
poisoning the air with practice
MOSSBANK
Chinese café
big – small – happy
three symbols for me
COURVAL
Small town smaller
reference points gone
inside compass wobbles
PHOENIX
Cactus on horizon
hands up in surrender to the sun
A GUY THING
Narcissus stared into the water till he died
locked into the image of his pride
Trying to embrace it made it fly
teardrops spoiled it when he’d cry
No thirst would make him think
to spoil it with his lips to drink
Self love was not the nymph’s dire curse
but love of image which is much much worse
YOU ARE THE U IN HOUSTON TO ME
How could I ever leave you love
if you didn’t live in Houston
If it wasn’t for the humid swamp
and the trash along the bayou
how could I say good-bye to you
You know I love you dearly
and it ain’t you that makes me run
but Houston traffic’s far from fun
and every Bubba’s got a gun
Yet even with all of that
and the country’s worst damn air
you know that I’ll keep coming back
as long as you are there
And I’ll keep leaving Houston too
after a muggy smoggy day or two
One of these days I hope you know
I’ll take you with me when I go
RELUCTANT SHE RISES – A VALENTINE FOR DORSEY
Reluctant she rises from morning love
The voice of a million things to do
Argues with the voice
of the perfect moment
Slowly concedes
and falls back
into a purr