Enough Stuff
you may cry or you may laugh
plot wants and needs on any graph
the truth is, though it may be rough
there is never enough stuff
you may cry or you may laugh
plot wants and needs on any graph
the truth is, though it may be rough
there is never enough stuff
pity old Clotho as she spins her threads
delicate work as her web grows and spreads
it's not her fault, the occasional bite
being a spider, it's not out of spite
up in the heavens
overwhelmed by Jupiter
Saturn waits his turn
as the park returns to dusk
streetlamps flicker on, their glow
calls the creatures down below
as a doe is called to musk
but not all -- some won't succumb
feel the calling, but can't come
Author notes: image from shutterstock.com
villains gather in their villas
in their sables and chinchillas
they're not ready yet to thrill us
and they don't like to be seen
when the time comes, they are willing
and expect to get top billing
in the meantime they are chilling
as they wait for Halloween
spots or stripes, love knows no bounds
it encroaches and surrounds
till there's nothing that's more vital
surely it deserves its title
you may go ahead and laugh
be it zebra or giraffe
does it matter, does it matter, if it's love?
Author notes: wc 42
oh, the page can't be
intentionally left blank
not if it says so
The Bremen Musicians
Savannah edition
is currently streaming.
grab code for redeeming
"Can I stay a while?", Sun whispers
asks the Ocean -- she's his mom
but the Pleiades, his sisters,
won't allow: their time has come
and Night soon displaces Day.
The Creator stays to play
Author notes: image from shutterstock.com
that chiseled chin, sneer of command
where to begin to understand
such beauty comes from breeding
your Hapsburgness exceeding
and so we stand in awe
of your protruding jaw
here it is, a piece of Greece
caught by my inexpert crayon
somewhere in Peloponnese
postcard hasn't started fraying
signed XO, and as it happens
next I went to visit Athens
Author notes: art from fineartamerica.com
lady moon, in earthly shadow
no need to sadden or despair
for it cannot be too soon
as the month begins to swoon
you will fill the night with light
to our wonder and delight
Author notes: image from istockphoto.com