i can be the most simple here
drape an American flag over this
paint with red blue and white
sing a favorite tune and look out at
all the people
creating an extension of life
with things that are available
then with things they put together
and how i see it mix it and enjoy
following who and what comes to me
and where and how i go
i need you beside me
hold me and scold me when my dance
is out of step
come through the door open the window
sit on the floor down
friends when loving is right
i feel no end to serving you tea
dressing my hair with flavor
calling you again across skin
of hair behind my hand
and your hand under the faucet
representative of new wheels and a banana seat
across white lines
the color of yellow appears golden and white is
now the new back of our bone
supports coverage of a new tone
root down the future
wind the sail
sweat of labor will soon feed a table
of those cooking dinner
casting with show
desire to improve
this day waits
for the night
can't find the toilet paper
after sending things, going away from home
breaking my heart and shaking my pocket
down on my knee's, looking at the moon
some faint promise whispers out loud and only two steps behind
the silence,
turning into thought again and again
asking silly human mind, where is the toilet paper?
we call it a birthday
but it calls itself life
our glance, our touch, mean nothing to it
for it's no different than falling on anything else
a day, a leg, a friend, a sidewalk
it's fine without a name
it exists in this world
making me go blah blah blah
my dress fall to my feet
light and sounding of the morning
October 29, his birth day.
doing this because the horn is still
for saying i would do it
and next to you it feels good
so i am doing it
the lady would like me to do it
patty smith would like me to do it
and i know i would in fact
like to do it
still the sounds of a horn
through the afternoon sun
view me through the joy
i experience
