i had a dream that a wild haired musician
cuckolded her husband with me on a scarlett
red leather sofa

he sat with her best friend and watched
while cellos and flutes played
in the other room

i woke up with a mood like jim morrison
on a bus with books
in his lap


14 august’s love

bless’ed twinkle in skies and eyes and your smile and chill’ed wine
i’m rescued, every moment we step
towards forever, i’m in love
i said and i’ll say it, shout it, scream it, hold you and whisper it,
i’m in love


it was a strong-sun day and the birds
were noisy but i didn’t care about
the sun or the birds being there
and i didn’t care about them
being strong or noisy

then i got bored and i went home to an
empty afternoon with no inclination
to read or write or sit
/so i ran

the rest of the day was filled with
things i don’t remember so i
assume that the rest of the
day was as boring as the
first part of the day with
the birds and the sun
/, boring

what i do remember is talking to myself
and i asked myself some questions
which is good because i know
all the answers to my
own questions
/don’t you?

paul (e)squire(s)

a friend i never met, and a mentor i never deserved,
paul squires, (e)squire(s),
is dead,

i never got around to reading his book,
the puzzle box,
so i just went to lulu to buy it,
and when i did, i got an email from paul,
(as if from the other side), that said,

Thankyou for buying my tiny book. I truly hope you get something from it. All feedback is welcome. Have a fantabulous day full of tiny miracles like unexpected flowers blooming.

no, thankYOU paul,