She showed me her new tattoo today
Way below the waist line
Something written about family
inked with tasteful penmanship
It was like handing me a playboy, and asking me to enjoy the articles
I have no idea what the fuck it read
She showed me her new tattoo today
Way below the waist line
Something written about family
inked with tasteful penmanship
It was like handing me a playboy, and asking me to enjoy the articles
I have no idea what the fuck it read
I found myself sailing the blue foam
A whirlwind
Hypnotized, mesmerized by gem stone eyes
Uncharted waters now
I may never come back
Hearsay of unicorns, mermaids, and a far north queen
Count me a believer
Arriving before the dawn
In her blue just perfect
Accompanied by her catch all and back seat driver
Ready for the day, almost
A Purveyor of magical fresh brewed elixirs and wake up wraps
Their Expectations run high
Exhausted and short handed, but unbreakable
She starts the world’s day
just sitting here waiting for the sunrise, it’s between the light and the dark at the moment, very peaceful and relaxing. Not night but almost day, even and balanced for that brief moment. We get eighty laps or so around the sun if we’re lucky, mine have been a blur and somewhat of a waste so far. I’ve led a very unbalanced life, Staggering to and fro with no direction except the constant circle around the sun of man. You are that moment in time to me, neither one or the other, that moment before the moon and her cohorts give way to the brightness of day. That brief moment of just being. Thank you for that
Fortnight bag of secrets
Father draws her near
Whispering fears and regrets
Only maternal shoulders hear
Seven bells on sunday
Funeral march begins
She returns to her half life
He mourns once more, again
Soft comfort
Nestled among the hard stone
Arranged with refined grace
Blooming hues of beauty
Yearning towards the Amber gold
Cared for by mother earths blue gaze
Creating her own slice of paradise
I watched her today, quiet quick determination. A simple task really, refill the straws. Sounds easy enough but with a line of customers stretching to the front door every second counts. Dirty looks and snide remarks are the norm as it is for her, patience for a well made coffee drink has long ago vanished. I want it now is the entitled expectation these days.
Located on the top shelf and out of reach without a step latter, I’m captivated and mesmerized watching as she stretches her body like the fantastic four rubber man, her toes delicately balanced on their very tips, her legs tight and locked, arms outstretched further then should be aloud, pony tail touching the small of her back, her nimble fingers reaching through the grate of the top shelf. Flick, flick, flick, edging closer to the front of the shelf. Got it. Mission accomplished, on to the next immediate task at hand.
Road kill
Once roamed this world with grace and beauty
Entrusted to man for care and comfort
Now lying bloated and stiff
The indignity of indifference
A roadside attraction
Slaughtered by concretes cup of filth
Remove the brick
Behold the wonder

Id like to think i shall find her somewhere in big sky country, in a quaint small used book store. Sitting in an oversized high back chair, reading an older anne rice novel, menoch the devil perhaps. Her legs not long enough to reach the floor, gently swing to the rhythm of my heart beat. The setting western sun fading behind the rockies shines through the transit she sits under, highlighting her elegance even more. Id imagine a sun rise in heaven wouldnt be much more to look at. Finally someone to share my almond joy with.