Jericho Plains

Reclaim your Pony
Your handsome paint pony
Ride without fear
Across the Jericho Plains

The stones may fall
The city surrender
Yet the windswept desert
Beckons you away

The northwind lurks
The sudden silence
Screams like a panther
You are untouched

By time and place
By love's own heartbeat
your pretty paint pony
Neighs to the moon

To Fluff

Come back ancient Egyptian God
To the abandoned windowsill
Scream your masculinity
To the darkening sky
Your ladies of leisure
Prowl the forest floor
Leaves crackle beneath their feet
The sound of your name
Drifts
Through murmuring pines
Where do you lie?
Who sang your death song?
Or did you discover
Another windowsill
Another Lady
Another thread of life
Within the great circle

Spring Sunrise

Rain drifts away
Fog dances
Into the embrace
Of a new dawn

The Little Boy That Lived Down The Lane

Gone the adventures of Little Bear, and Dr. Seuss


Gone with Old Mother Hubbard, and Mother Goose


Gone the question "Who has seen the Wind?"


There is no one left to wonder, or ask it again





Gone is the road that led to St. Ives


Alice in Wonderland, the Cheshire's Cat's smile


All that lingers is the sound of the rain


For gone is The Little Boy that lived in the lane





Gone are Pooh, and Piglet, and Kanga, and Roo


Little Tommy Tucker,Little Boy Blue


No Cat and the fiddle? God what a shame


Gone the Little Boy that lived down the lane





Like the Outlaw, Being crazy is all that keeps me sane


When it comes to the Little Boy that lived down the lane








(For Michael and the memory of his wonderful childhood which didn't last nearly long enough. Your best is yet to come.)