Passing

Denim shorts clinging, pony tail swinging, firm thighed stride of youth and purpose, pert breasted optimism, new, unbroken, passing me by leaving the scent of memory, lost opportunity, the one that got away, denim shorts clinging, pony tail swinging.




Parkstreet

Sing To Your Babies, Sing

Sing to your babies, sing
Of the times to come.
So when the times come,
Your babies will smile,
And sing.




Parkstreet

Burn Your Books

Burn your books
For fuel,
When you are cold.


Burn
Your paintings,
Burn
Your antiques,
Burn
Anything that will burn,
To give you heat,
And light,
For another day.





Parkstreet

When She Turns

When she turns,
He is there.
She wishes
He weren’t. 

He sees her as she wishes she could see herself.

No one
Can live
With that.

When she turns,
He is gone.






Parkstreet

One Hundred Books

One Hundred Books
You must read
Before
You die.

One Hundred Books,
But you must
Die
Anyway.



Parkstreet

Information

Elderly lady,
Confusing a bank teller
With talk of where the money came from,
Instead of where
She wants
To send it.

The money came
From her son’s estate
And she has to
Tell
Someone.





Parkstreet 

Ko-fi

Flower, song lyrics

Lyrics from a song for Jacqueline, who left us too soon.

Flower

Like a flower
She bloomed in the springtime.
She never made it
Through the summer.
Spared the chill of autumn,
The changing colours of her life,
But how am I going to make it
Through the winter?

The memory of a flower
Is not a real flower
A picture of a flower
Just reminds me
That the flower is gone.




Parkstreet

Ko-Fi