I peeked around the garage corner,
wild mind quiet.
All insanity breaking loose with two Blue Jays
heckling the birds who are going without,
jaaay jAyying the early morning blue fade skies and me whom they spied.
Flying jumping stretching through branches,
jungled big Maple tree,
every blue feather celebrating the variety of seeds I treasure boxed there.
Damn fun-noisy-beautiful sky pirates, a severe howdy to you too.
Out there performing xyz
the scene changes to whatever it happens to be,
fascinating shades of all the colors.
I’ll recite them: all my grandson’s colored pencils,
rocking me blasted,
shining sweet fascination,
hypnotizing me about,
twinkling me to delight.
And on and on is way ok
Highlight the craving covenant
You forget you made it, no
It made you,
As got you subtle, luring, strong come-on
Has your full attention, yes, demand presence
Yet with a sweet aspect on short visits
This commission has grown boringly long
Like everything unrelated to passionate pleasing contentment
The dear fellow of fluorescent green hums hit the window in mistaken flight
Off course zigzagging to regain consciousness
Then found the sweetness on the other side set especially for his whirring kind
Antics in the garden holding flight with a stall at arm’s length from my eyes
I haven’t seen the gangster lately or sweet dart Rosemary Jane
I watch for them
They watch the sky with a one mind eye waiting for a ride
I’ll miss you on your fly-South-American gone a while
Memories and love will have to do
Heavens are storming ‘good morning’ already
Blessings coming shortly after blessings came last night
Divine thunder balls tumbling for minutes at times it seems
Rather for twenty second intervals anyway
Maybe a minute uninterrupted
Look at me exaggerating the glory of Zodiacos playing in the rain.
Random notes will do.
Old lady, old daughter, old children 7, 2 and a 1/4th year-old completed eight hours of madness at an amusement park yesterday. The three-month-old earns old since he made it through birth and circumcision. He was also old-wise to limit himself to stroller rides and loving human contact at the park.
Neon thrill screams are cleansing. Loops and crazy turns make one loopy. Three little boys can press the “ON” button all day long.
There was a mad lady, frightful with what she had to say, on top of the House of Horrors. A Firedragon actually flipped me upside down twice, unbelievable. The Wild Mouse, strange to say, was the most frightful ride of all. I will never ride it again.
Associated Foods were gracious hosts. People in general seemed happier like me and my crew. It was at least a fun day.
Big black-assed Bull Moose memories come calling
from last weekend’s trippy trip to high country
where Daughter Dawn Ranger-Wheeler chauffeured me
through a thick Quaking Aspen jungle.
This giant haughty stoic king of the forest cosmos
glanced a did-not-give-a-damn about us,
lost in his moment of posing
his eight foot skinny long legged bigness,
antler rack equal to his crazy tall.
He dropped to his knees for a sip
from his personal recent rain pond, zeroed on a slow drink.
Dawn backed up,
had enough, went the other way slowly.
I swear he smiled triumphant at me,
as the Quakies faded him solid
into a wonderful far out memory.