Dandelion Wine

Forgive me, friend, I had been skipping rocks from the beginning.

Another cursed devotee from childhood.

As they say,

I have become comfortably…numb.

My yellow-brick road…stands brittle with sand and gravel.

I seesaw between what is and what has been done.

I cherish amid the drawn lines…every campfire song…sung.

Ghost tales reduced by the midday’s sun.

Our gossip, rusty from the probability of love.

Every flung red Chuck…now faint from hanging onto wire…too long.

I have sometime back, given up on…

Voodoo dolls with no style…

Holy Rollers with crooked smiles.

I have not been a perfect person.

And, similar to a child, I wear a yellow slicker around my heart.

Miles have aged what I do,

the games I have played

and the wars I have waged.

Forgive me friend, a glass of Dandelion wine begs me to stray.

the Zen of Pooh and Piglet

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  1. If the person you are talking to doesn’t appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.
  2. But, of course, it isn’t really good-bye, because the forest will always be there…and anybody who is friendly with bears can find it.
  3. I am not lost, for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost.
  4. Always watch where you are going. Otherwise, you may step on a piece of the forest that was left out by mistake.
  5. Love is taking a few steps backward, maybe even more…to give way to the happiness of the person you love.

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But it isn’t easy,” said Pooh. “Because poetry and hums aren’t things which you get, they’re things which get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you.

  • the House at Pooh Corner

Fruit of Loneliness

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Now for a little I have fed on loneliness
As on some strange fruit from a frost-touched vine—
Persimmon in its yellow comeliness,
Or pomegranate-juice color of wine,
The pucker-mouth crab apple, or late plum—
On fruit of loneliness have I been fed.
But now after short absence I am come
Back from felicity to the wine and bread.
For, being mortal, this luxurious heart
Would starve for you, my dear, I must admit,
If it were held another hour apart
From that food which alone can comfort it—
I am come home to you, for at the end
I find I cannot live without you, friend.

May Sarton

 

Conversation with the Cat

“What would you do if I sang out of tune?  Would you stand up and walk out on me?  I asked with hesitation.

“WTF.  Are you off meds again.  I walk out on you all the time?”  hissed the cat.

“I bet your wondering…What do I do when my love is away?

“Does it worry you to be lone?  You are such a pussy.” spit the cat.

“I bet you’re wondering…How do I feel by the end of the day”

Watching the thought bubble dribbling from the Cat’s head.  I had known the answer…

“Who gives a shit?”

The Cat smirked, a Cheshire Cat smile…“Are you sad because you’re on your own?”

Frustrated and bleeding from recent cat scratches: I spoke with more authority…

“No, I get by with a little help from friends.  I get high with a little help from my friends.  I’m gonna keep trying with…a little help from my friends!”

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After the Cat took a dump in the litter box.  She strutted back…

“Do you need anybody?  Could it be anybody?”

Not feeling the love…I shouted…

“I just need somebody to love, goddamn it!”

The Cat had recently met a new, un-neutered Tom Cat in the backyard.  And, she had been strutting about the lawn…as of late.

She questioned me…“Would you believe in love at first sight?”

“Yes, I’m certain that it happens all the time!”

After leaving her new boyfriend bemused and confused.   The scent of her daydream believer had turned to dangerous, frisky night.  Her next philosophical inquiry?

“What do you see when you turn out the light?”

Coming back from lighting a scented candle.  Hoping to overwhelm the cat box aroma of evil.  I settled back in the fur lined desk chair.

“I can’t tell you but I know it’s mine.”

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The Cat finally flopped at my feet antagonizing me.  Teasing me to scratch her belly! “Fuck that.  Loving and hating you…is such a fine line!”