Tuesday, November 24, 2009

b day

b day
is a g day
a frolic livin' free day

oh the bloody wonder
of it all
when you are four

the world not torn asunder
yet
still nothin' but the morn

my wee one
is a g one
my pretty little belle

a tiny taut tornado
wee one
I love so well

4 but once my lovely
i'll try to make it grand
and for my folly failings
my thoughts i cannot stand
i'll simply say i'm sorry
and march along in hand

i'll be the bestest daddy
father that i can
ill share my love
upon my sleeve
and at times tucked away
but never gone my darling
never run away

4 but once my lovely
i am here with you
for that i'm truly thankful
my heart though scarred is true

and this my piddling missive
i dedicate to you

always for you, miss isabelle, 11/24/09

Friday, November 20, 2009

music


illustration prepared in microsoft powerpoint. i.f.

unbalanced


illustration prepared in microsoft powerpoint. i.f.

Friday, November 13, 2009

motor on . . .

Your automobile needs gasoline to run, among other things.

Your conscious mind is aware of this fact.

Your conscious mind, however, is at war with itself.

"I'm too busy", you whine!

"There's a gas station at mile marker 22, not too far from here", you rationalize.

"Maybe it's just me, but I seem to be on a generally down-hill slope", you fib to yourself.

Sputter, splutter, putt-putt, harumphhhh.

"F _ _ K!"

"Damn the blasted luck", you lie to yourself once again . . . no luck involved here at all, nosiree.

You had every reason to know this would happen. You possess all requisite faculties to ensure that it didn't happen.

But it happened.

Oh well, at least it was a pleasant "downhill" walk to the gas station, right!?!

Monday, November 9, 2009

blur



illustration prepared in microsoft powerpoint.
i.f. 110609

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

bumfuzzled

u picture a method,
a way to get there,
it all seems so clear,
so bright,
and so fair.

but once you arrive,
it is not what it seemed,
this shining new city,
alas but a dream,
a waypost at best,
on a journey not done,
so many more miles,
painful miles
to be run . . .