My name is Zardoz
I come from the land of Ur
I come seeking relief
I am in disguise
Yes, I have come to tell you something
I need your understanding
I want to know the correct path
Sharing a good laugh with you would be nice
I don’t want to be sad
When I have what I need I will feel Ok.
Haiku for You
The white water rushes
through the throng of rocks
only to settle in the pool below.
How to fix it
Leave a legacy of love
Shovel shit against the tide until you reach the end of the line
Everyone has a story
And nearly everyone undergoes a startling metamorphosis
All is emptiness under the moon
The umbrella academy offers scant protection.
Went to a garden party at Kevin’s
all the best people were there
including a past trade minister from Canada.
Started off with a shot of tequila, then a beer chaser
moved on to eggnog which was heavy with rum
then finished with a couple of glasses of Merlot.
“Doesn’t all that mixing bother you?” Asked Alice.
“Never mix never worry, Honey.”
Well, so far so good.
Ted Cruz is a particularly odious politician
Who left the country in a lurch
While his people froze in their homes
He was on a plane to sunny Cancun
To say anyone in Texas would do the same
Misses the point by a mile
To say all politicians are the same
Also makes me smile
Ted Cruz takes the cake
Now he can eat it too.
Last night I had dinner out with friends
But the best part of the evening
Was the ride home
It was 71 degrees and the night was dark
I had the windows open and the moon roof too
Jazz on the radio at full blast
Seventy miles an hour down the long-lost highway
The wind was in our hair and on our skin
Wow! Said my friend when I pulled in front of her bungalow
At midnight in a screeching stop
That was exhilarating!
Exploring the forest today
covering new ground
I wouldn’t say I got lost
but I was surprised by my destination.
I was in the woods dark and strange
resting on a bridge
when out of the air did there appear
a maid so fair
Are you lost? She asked
No, I’m not lost, I just don’t know where am
Well, all who wander are not lost, she said
Can you show me the way out of these woods?
Yes, this way
I followed her for a while in silence
What is you name, I asked finally?
Beatrice, she answered.
It sorta depends on where ya sittin’
as to where ya stand
the view from the gallery is better than from
below the bleachers
and if you live in a mouse hole – yo
you been living in hell
and if you live in a mansion
you never can tell
you my need an automatic weapon
to make ya last stand.
From a mile away
those pink and fuchsia blouses
on a cloudy day.