Throw off your leashes
of guilt and shame.

Streak through the meadow.

Scream your name.

Common Sense

Where did I put those darn tomatoes?
Don’t tell me Joe left them at Plato’s.

The Day glows,
upon your nose,
but you keep it from dripping on your clothes,
anyway.

Leave me here, but please regret the circumstance.

Land the boat upon the iron castle florist if you must –
It never fails to resuscitate a dust cloth.

If the lemmings learn to sail,
do commence,
to give them,
Common Sense.

 

To think
that every moment of my life
has lead
but to the posting
of These Three Words.

I have always wanted
Fuzzy Grey Socks.

I will never get them
for I enjoy more
the feeling
of wanting them.

(Inspired by a Twitter tag.)

Nothing

that I say

goes any deeper

than it appears to

at First Glance.