picture perfect

endless sky
blue ring
of half moon lids
open to call

he lifts 
his artist hand
as her sea
overcomes him

my room

my bed
is my living room
in this place
that isn't mine
my bowl of Cheerios
my laptop
my tea at 5 AM
playing solitaire

I feed the 4 cats
in their special locations
so they do not fight
I get the dog a chewy
with peanut butter
he comes and lays close by
crazy cat hisses
and I eat an apple


jazz slang poem; cool like the night

I slide into the Jazz gig
mad keen on getting zoomed
the darkness was zippy
and littered with zombies;
my cool instincts picked
out one abstract oolie droolie
who tossed me all abroad

Some slugs in the can tried
tempting me with an a-bomb
instead I scoot and madcap back
to his view and sling musical,
the trumpet sounds feel
ever so cockhanded but the cool
old dude on the drums really gives

I tempt Mr. Slingshot with a 
practised eyebrow and edge in
like the cadger I am then
sit sly behind baccy, swirling
smoke ever so seductively
envisioning madcap flag a cab
stretch out tuning my ear

The night renders hopeless
all the juice leaves me spoony
and his guns and talk seem at once
all madam and cagey, a messy attic
and I now crave zizz more than zowie;
planting a wet one on soon to be
forgotten the horn drifts me
home and I ponder before I crash
and burn; this just wasnt my baby