summer scents

bring sweet memories

to the surface

of the deep

be it

flowers in bloom

freshly-cut grass

sun-tan lotion

mosquito spray

lighter fluid

campfires

or even fish guts

in the sun

–Photo by me

One day a curious man came to town;

He stopped at the bar, and he bought us a round.

We talked all about the upcoming election–

How we needed a man with a brand new direction.

He said, “Yes, I know, we’re all in the same boat,

But it seems just a waste of my time to go vote.”

We all were appalled, and I asked the man, “Why?”

“Well my vote doesn’t count, sir, unless there’s a tie,

And the chances of such are exceedingly small,

So you see my one vote doesn’t count after all.”

I jumped to my feet and said, “That may be true,

But tell us, then, what if we all thought like you?”

The curious man took a drink, cleared his throat,

And shrugging his shoulders, he said, “Then I’d vote!”

 

The white-haired old lady

Cradled the lilacs

In her arms and wept.

For some reason

She thought I had

Brought them to her

From the old farm

Where she grew up.

“Thank you so much,

Young man,” she sobbed,

“You have no idea

what these mean to me.”

She squeezed my hand.

And there, in her eye,

Something magical!

 

I had really picked

The lilacs right outside

The building, but she

Touched my soul,

So I chose the lesser sin,

And quietly left.

shall I conquer my demons

and find peace of mind,

just to tap-dance my way

to the grave?

shall I befriend my angels

and ascend just to find

only shadows on the walls

of the cave?

demons, angels and gods

are a taciturn lot,

like the figurines here

on my shelf,

and if there are answers

to questions or not,

I’ll just have to find

out myself.

 

    –Photo by me

 

the

cosmos

banged its head and

now cannot recall its youth

it had to make cosmologists

to try to find the

truth

if this is all

a simulation

just a game

an animation

then perhaps

at our demise

game over

blinks inside

our eyes

and only then

we realize

our progeny

are extra guys

cruising down the roads

at night

listening to elton john

singing about

a rocketman

i guess those days

are gone

 

–“Cruisin'” by me