POEM: Invisible People

They stand on the corner
Invisible People

The bag lady reading "Better Homes & Gardens"
The Jazz Singer sharing how he hurts tonight
How he'll be better come the first
Always waiting for the first

Invisible People
Always jonesin' for their next fix
Be it a dollar, a beer, or a hit

The limping man
With less than a cane
The bicyclist salesman
With a new bike every day

They stand on the corner
Invisible People

You got any smokes
Any Money
Just enough for the bus
Enough to get a hostile room tonight

Invisible People
Visible Everywhere

HAIKUS: Belly Button Lint

Belly Button Lint
Wool knit with cotton fibers
Blanket for an ant

Belly Button Lint
More than often blue and gray
Grow me a t-shirt

Belly Button Lint
Hot Morning showers transform
Your fuzz to pudding

Belly Button Lint
Square and circle define where
Vitruvian Man

HAIKUS: Toe Jam Frenzy

Glorious Toe Jam
How does your morning fuzz ball
Ruin cuddle time?

Glorious Toe Jam
Your Disgusting funk down there
Is fun to pick at

Glorious Toe Jam
Comes from sweat and dirty socks
You're odorific

Glorious Toe Jam
Like dust bunnies under beds
collected from floors.

POEM: Love Love

I love camping

I love fish and chips

The sound of babies laughter

I love the sun light on my face

The moonlight on my back

Climbing over mountain boulders

I love to see kids holding hands with moms

And resting on fathers shoulders

I love the sound of clicking shoes on hardwood floors

And singing songs that haven't been sung

I love double decker p.b. & j's

Rivaled only by the double decker oreo

I love to wake up before the alarm

I love to step on beached seashells

Hearing the crack, a sharp contrast to the constant that is the ocean

I love to compliment

I love to laugh alone

I love curves; be they on women, or grades, or in bell's statistics

I love numbers, saying perpendicular, and formulaic

I love finding cream treats in my donuts, especially if they come from bavaria.

I love love

I love puppets when they dance with their long hair

I love to hear my father wistle.

I love the way the baseball sounds when it is caught in a leather mit.

I love the sound of laughter in the Aparment below me, above me, around me.

I love the sounds of water lapping against a docked boat.

I love watching cattails sway in the wind.

I love the smell of fruit in the morning.

I love music played loudly while I clean house

I love music that cleans the house of myself

I love poems that ring true for everyone

and love that lasts through duldrums

I love sharing with others all that is, was, and will be

I love playing hopscotch when I pass some childs chalk doodles

I love turning around and doing it again

Or running down the street with my arms open to the wind

chasing birds as they meander through the streets looking for scraps of food

I love emotions that hit me like a brick

For it is then that I feel most alive

I love sadness, because it reminds me of the joy that once was, and will come again

I love that yesterday and tomorrow play leapfrog while I am trapped in today.

I love life because without life, love would not be,

and without love, life would not be.