Poetic Family

Yeah, it really sucks out

there in the poetic

abyss of the day . . .

your heart and wine glass

is bone dry and your 

key board crumbles 

under your  touch . . . 

So, just take a deep pause,

gently decant some 

wine and relax . . . 

those Writers in the

Cafe will clear your head.

~~~one Cafe wine reading hour later~~~

Oh, so now I see it's perfectly normal 

for it to be both cold and dark outside,

even if it's hot and bright 

at the same time . . . 

So of course it's perfectly normal to have

your heart easily discarded like trash . . . 

so rite, right, write however you damn 

well feel so ride a turtle around the sun

and slide back down to earth

on a moon beam and then dance

with dolphins and be chased by a horned 

devil who makes crazy love 

with you under a six leaf clover then

loses your true love in a mirror and then

you wake up next to your long lost lover 

licking a lollipop only you wish it was

something else that was licked only

to discover you are still dreaming about

waking up to your lollipop licking lover 

and it never ends because you refuse

to wake up to see if you are really asleep

and then . . . and then . . . 

Freaking poets . . . !

Always filling in the spaces

between me and my world . . .

Author's Note

While penning this piece, I had a very nice Leonetti Cellar 2021 Merlot, Walla Walla Valley, Washington state along with some delectable WA state Cougar Gold sharp white cheddar cheese. Nice!