Is easy K
Easy way cool
Easy no matter how
Is good all the while
Me and my friend easy
So nice me and you
Hello, it’s a good night
Wish you were here
You can’t imagine what you missed
Keep the good night, don’t ask
Despite, it is indeed a very good Easter Tide night
Smooth and slow and Easter time nice
Beep of twilight coming to night,
Sexual enlightenment strobing its light,
A big BOOYah,
Odd grey black brown bird meaning business
Picking nylon threads of screen from my bedroom window
Making something special for the family
Keeping me amazed watching how bird has to do
For days back and forth high to a thick green jungle vine in front
No more screen
I wait watching vine, while bird waits inside and watches too
Five minutes quiet
Bird flies quick and gone
Then back again with a pretty big bug
Proud and knowing did the dues
The had to grub for dinner
Chilled out happy, serene in spacious nylon with friends
Breezy today, cool mid-April, love you
Aries arisen snapping a little zodiac sunshine open for you
Wonderful Wednesday with time blowing a little feel good out there
Suggestive of Spring where it happens originally in new green goodness
An abstract out of my mind thing
And I hold to it
In a blue fade
Lost and I’m afraid I have been taken by fade
Where I disappear inside thoughts of you
about oh, ooo, I have no doubt, just you
You went your way, I had nothing to say
Silence in charge stating a matter of fact assumed
Can’t get over it, this quiet nothing change
Just can’t get over my blue fade into you
Glory to God
Its time to go cardio trippin
Feel my muscles pinch and quake
Until I’m numb with dumb for heaven’s sake
Pumping maximum heart beats without an attack
Then no-care comes creeping and I keep pushing beyond, whacked
Yes mam/sir, that’s me, grand fool wannabe on a mill grinding
For good long life in a questionable routine of sheer misery
Continued in the steam room cook, still haven’t died yet, goal met or not?
Sometime, God, take me if you will,
Spare me this long life bull shit trip,
Cause its gonna be flippin short nonetheless,
What’s a few hundred days, maybe thousands, more?
When it comes it’ll just be a second from now anyway.
Simple as the garden,
Gazing, amazed at the scene,
except it’s not the garden,
it’s the screen
and I’m scrolling through to what amazes you,
picturing lovely you
presentations of your pristine vision
alone with how you see.
Startled and stunned and happy to have dropped by
I bid you a happy Monday, great night adieu.
I’ll miss your charmed sight that caught me up awhile.
That is what I’ll feel, until I return again to the goods you bring,
the magic of it again tomorrow.
A pause, vacillation, a waiver,
don’t want anything to do with mention.
The Quail thing,
is troubling me-
decimated to annihilated
one in 30 returning,
watching, quick to scatter, ultra nervous,
death screaming them down.
Happy Doves, Chickadees, Jays and Starlings,
all the quicker smart flyers are thriving with songs and hellos.
Has to be the Raven clouds that blew in a fall or two ago.
My Ogden hometown is now Darkgren, the land of the Crow.
I’ve seen their subtlety,
watched in wonder,
not recognizing their significance,
armies of birds,
air battles have begun.
It was a very fine party, sufficient okayness in the air
Tuned in to everyone, the dog and birds were there
Steady harmony thumping, a music to its rare accord
I gave a care or more, way more very well to the scene
And it gave back as much with this morning’s smile memories