RAMBLING
There was a time when I thought
I should never write to anyone
About my “peanut butter roses”
But would rather in my corner
Sit munching on them
While playing the “sole” “soul” man
On guitar
Drinking my half-empty
Never half-full
Cup of bitter black coffee
It’s sunny to have someone
To smell with you
The peanut butter of life
I only wish I could write in 3-D.
Even that hasn’t enough depth.
Flat paper absorbs my ink-self
Flowing into the cellulose
Almost never fully extracted
By other eyes
With ink-absorbent retinas.
But smell the two-dimensional flower:
I want to look down
Omnipotently on the world.
The closest I ever was,
Standing on a mountain
Surveying the towns below.
Hardly the same
Looking down, down, down.
How far does down go
Before it becomes up?
I guess it depends
On which way you are traveling.
Great to have you aboard! My recent book “Lifescapes” is on Amazon.com
Enjoy!