The crashing anger,
the ebb, the flow,
the rightness,
the kiss of the beach

normanclayton2004
@yahoo.com

was fishing for a kindly step,
found New England's Emily
Christ! I'm...dancing with her!
Boy can she ever dance! Whoops!
I've missed steps!

Saw news, said hello,
how are ya he said
today I'm good news
but I really want to be
bad news cause that sells
maybe I can sound bad
but have a happy ending?

1
so catch it,please,
and help bring the
bread, the wine,
it's a festival!
2
remember the bread,
the wine, the fear of
autumn,
the soul nearly bare
3
I imagine God
waiting, wanting, to be me
Did I shut the door?

normanclayton2004
@yahoo.com

How nice the piano in
my kitchen. It will play
Bach while I'm frying
eggs and the eggs will
scramble themselves
by just listening. Eating
listening eggs, so I've
been told by advertising
gurus will give me more
brain power. But maybe
it's all just Bach. Bok...
Bok Bok Bok

Funhouse

Hiding under the mirrors
I take long strides but
the mirrors catch up
making me fat and short,
thin and tall, making me
old when I feel young,
so I dip into the mirrors,
almost drowning in the
mirrors and I demand
others to show the same
reflections and if they
honestly cannot I count
them as true brothers and
sisters for that is the way
out of the funhouse

Said hello to Hamlet,
did his pain care?
Does mine?
Said hello to Ophelia,
did her pain count?
Does mine? Well,well,
I just said hello,
talk to me.

American Potporri

"Whole grains...consist of
the entire grain seed"
New York Times
"The creation of a thousand
forests is in one acorn"
Ralph Waldo Emerson
"The boneman in closets who
rattles the mothballs"
Erica Jong
"Color is no clue. Brown
bread may contain molasses
but no fiber"
New York Times
"People create their own hells"
Holly Lisle
"We trot across the vegetable
world in a pack of mad teeth
and tongues" Joyce Carol Oates

American Potporri

"Whole grains...consist of the entire grain seed."
New York Times
"The boneman in closets who rattles the mothballs"
Erica Jong
"The creation of a thousand forests in one acorn"
Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Color is no clue. Brown bread may contain
molasses but no fiber."
New York Times
"People create their own hells"
Holly Lisle
"We trot across the vegetable world
in a pack of mad teeth and tongues"
Joyce Carol Oates

American Potporri

"Whole grains...consist of the entire grain seed."
New York Times
"The boneman in closets who rattles the mothballs"
Erica Jong
"The creation of a thousand forests in one acorn"
Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Color is no clue. Brown bread may contain
molasses but no fiber."
New York Times
"People create their own hells"
Holly Lisle
"We trot across the vegetable world
in a pack of mad teeth and tongues"
Joyce Carol Oates

American Potporri

"Whole grains...consist of the entire grain seed."
New York Times
"The boneman in closets who rattles the mothballs"
Erica Jong
"The creation of a thousand forests in one acorn"
Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Color is no clue. Brown bread may contain
molasses but no fiber."
New York Times
"People create their own hells"
Holly Lisle
"We trot across the vegetable world
in a pack of mad teeth and tongues"
Joyce Carol Oates

American Potporri

"Whole grains...consist of the entire grain seed."
New York Times
"The boneman in closets who rattles the mothballs"
Erica Jong
"The creation of a thousand forests in one acorn"
Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Color is no clue. Brown bread may contain
molasses but no fiber."
New York Times
"People create their own hells"
Holly Lisle
"We trot across the vegetable world
in a pack of mad teeth and tongues"
Joyce Carol Oates

Marriage

Walking the morning, seeing
if she needs a drink. She doesn't,
nor do I. Now we shadow the
ground together, each with our
history of go-arounds, though
hers are more regular than mine.
And,for now, both of us, we,
come back.

saw art today.
It has a shiny new shovel
and it was digging, while
I had a dirty old pitchfork
that smelled like the stuff
I was forking.

"fuzzy wuzzy was a bear
fuzzy wuzzy had no hair
fuzzy wuzzy wasn't very
fuzzy, was he"?

Stick it to this teddy bear
I'm talking trash again.
I'm saying "rootabegger"
Now there is a word:
scholarly, warm, dry,bright
with a ring to it. I don't want
to hear any of this "fuzzy wuzzy"
crap. I still have loads and loads
of hare. I mean hair. I really do.

There once was a woman named Jane
who in looks was far from plain
but her glow inside
was where she resides
though her spirit is far from tame

yes,a little air
a little sun
a little earth
a little rain
sweet green pea
you laugh at me
as I go back forward back
and it's you who are born again

life's icy stares
how much for lonely?pain?
well,I, gave myself a bisquit
and I broke it into two
one me, one you

I guess the big difference between
the lion and me is that he eats,smiles
and I smile,eat.

Noncloudy Days (to Gwenn)
every sunset the sun is touched
or maybe its me who is touched
for while I'm with you my horizon rises