dusty

Inside the shabby little car,
  alone in the paper thin wings of 

 thought I see....

   

watching the colored lights flash bounce off
 puddles of rainwater
slicking
the streets
reminding him
of jellybeans
and flying saucers,
    clouds of friends
come and visit in  
   a conga line
       stepping up
to his third eye and giving
    hugs,
breath like cloves and simple flowers
    the polka on the radio
       the drunken chorus,
dance and drink
             for in heaven there is no beer
"..in himmel gibst kein bier"
            His grey lump of a head
like a ball it bounces
     and drives on
          brightening
 a dull universe
      when the red turns to green,

           ..a lesson in how to    
                     be wise.

kiss, time,fire,lover

The first time we kissed

there was fire just like the last

lover, let/s burn bright

sadly, I missed it

that time I should have stumbled

and fallen in love

I couldn't resist

making love to a time bomb

fire stumbles falling