I wrote about a piano for Mom
For Dad it is not so simple
Simple for him is foreign to me
And cars still remain a mystery

Why does the car behave for Dad?
It was always a different animal when
Dad turned the key
And if there was a solution, it made no sense to me.

Dad could fix anything, although I learned from Mom
It is not always a good idea to hold a match to the gas
Or
Poor lighter fluid directly on the flame...

Dad always reminded me of the cowboy
In the Wild, Wild, West
All business, dressed sharp for the
Parent, teacher conference-he was the only one
Who wore cologne

If the piano is my Mother's piece,
Then
The rocking chair is my Dad's
At the end of a long day
He snored not so softly, interrupting T.V.

An unappreciated Genius
Dad stayed the course
And when I see an old rocker
I check the price,
As if the original could be replaced!

Some crazy images just struck my mind.

1. I don't have any best friend
2. I keep my poetry a secret from my family
3. I like the water but don't like to be submerged.

I just watched a
Feel good movie
But
I can't remember if I took
My feel good pill

My chaos is like
A pile of pick up sticks
Jenga tower in wreckage
To be rebuilt again
Steady hands needed

I watched a feel good film
A stupid love story
Fiction I am sure
Is there a non-fiction
Love story made into a
Feel good film?

life would be so uninspiring without infatuation.

Things get missed
People get missed
Some things I trade
Thinking I have the better
Of the deal

I pass people
On the street
On line
People pass as if
I am standing still

I am passed by potential
And I make more out of it
Like shapes in clouds
I see whatever I want
And I miss the best parts

I hitch rides
Ride the rails
Pull over and check the view
I see what things are tumbling past me
I reach in and my fingers comb the currents

nothing can be said that has not been said before. if that is what you meant. or is this a riddle?

My Mother played the piano
I always wished I could
But
My fingers were never disciplined enough
To work side by side
With each other

I listened to her
Chopin
And whenever I hear him
Again, I am back in my
Teenager's room
Listening

Before dinner
She would play and
Mix sound with the scents
Of that evening's meal
A filling combination
And I would draw

We fought like dogs in a pen
She and I
Strong willed, growling
We guarded territories
And postured as old and young dogs
Do

But at night
After the drama of a
Regular
Family
Day
She played
And I listened
In harmony

http://youtu.be/yDSxPiFOrEY

it is

What if I sat outside my shop
And regularly said 'Hello"
To the college students across the street?
How easy it might be...

What if I said "wait a sec, I'll go get mine"
And I go kayaking with the 2 guys I saw
At the launch,
I laughed, when their boats fell out of the truck
How easy it might be...

Or, what if he was wearing a shirt
Printed with the name of a place I
Have been
And I tell him a humorous story
How easy it might be...

To just fly with a flock
Without giving a ****
To spend a moment in time
To pass the time
Not alone

F & L

The green green grass still grows wildly. I hope it takes the ridge and goes beyond...

Talk to me in bad

German

Make me not understand

Use your tone and

Facial expressions


Talk to me in bad

French

Don't hide who you are

Speak poorly

To me


Talk to me in slang

English

My native tongue gone

Horribly wrong or right

In your country


It really makes no

Never mind

Of us, we will never speak

The same

Or understand completely


Let's excuse ourselves

From language

Let us not use words at all

I prefer your breath on my face

Lips to lips

Your pulse point

Pressed against mine

So, I met this guy

And

Now, all I want to do is

Have sex


Now, I have tried to put

The notion out of my head

Gone

I was doing a pretty good job


Well,

Once I tried to turn on the lights

Some hot novellas

With some spicy fellas


I would rather watch

Dramas about

Serial

Killers


Back to now

It's raining and I remember

My first Lust

And wanting to make love in

A castle

But the phrase

Make Love is so silly

To me

I think I would rather

****


So, I met this guy

And the lights turned on

And it's raining outside

And I'm remembering a fantasy

From the 1980's


If I knew then

What I know now

I would have eliminated

The hearts and flowers

The symbols of

Love


You see?

I met this guy

And the lights are on

The answer I speak in my sleep

What I need is a good ****

I have a heart here

And I don't know what to do

With it

I have desire here

And I don't know what to do

With it

Either


I have an emptiness

I have an impatience

I have time

The clock tells me so

The clock's face is

Stoic

I have to trust the hours


I have a lot here

A lot

My lot

I must stay on top of things

Remember to wind the

Clock

the answers are not......

I threw a dart once at a pub

I missed the target

It bounced off the wall

Ricocheted off of the table

Fell to the floor


Lucky for me

I was a tourist

And the locals were at work

Me alone

In the pub


I am a poor navigator

Unless I go the opposite

Of what the map says

In my mind

North is always Up


The moss on trees

Is unreliable

As unreliable as some

People I have met

Overcast skies produce no shadows


Where I am going

Is as predictable as a leaf

Catching currents of air

I figure,

I'll know when I get there

It was those darn pistons, wasn't it?

Pam,
I quit drinking and never did drugs, so I have to reach deep deep down inside to get excited about going nowhere.

I appreciate your passion.
especially since this is not about sex. It IS not about sex, right?
F & L, I try so hard not to feel anything.
good write

Oh,

The dog is whining

The sun is shining

It is time for a dog walk to

Nowhere


Nothing is less accomplishing

Than a walk to nowhere

Where

I turn around and go back to

The starting point


The perfect walk is

With a back pack

A dog

A road, a trail, a focus point ahead

With no looking back