Little Ghost

Little ghost, little ghost

Come closer, little ghost

Don’t be afraid. I’m glad you’re here.

Jump up, Little Ghost

Go ahead.  Fly home.

I thought you’d knock things over 

when you came, Little Ghost

I thought you’d be very loud.

You’re quiet though.

Very quiet and gentle

I know you’re here, though.

Jump up, Little Ghost. Come on.

You’ve been knocking to come in

But now it’s me knocking on your door

Maybe you’re not even there

It’s OK, come closer.  I miss you.

Your life brought me joy.

Let’s not end in fear.

Your life was a mountain

Your death was a mountain as well

But there’s a little valley in between

Cross through there, Little Ghost

Cross through the valley.

You walked on water, Little Ghost

What I mean is, you walked on the ice

It didn’t break, Little Ghost

The water held you up

As if we were on a boat on a canal

And then I realized that I’m on the boat 

and you’re there on the pier, Little Ghost

I’m floating away and you’re folllowing

But soon you’ll be gone, Little Ghost

Or it’s me. Maybe I’ll be gone and you’ll be here.

You don’t belong here but I’m so happy you are

It’s so nice to think you were picking flowers

Once you were picking flowers

Now it’s time to go, Little Ghost

It’s time to go home. I don’t want to send you away.

I don’t want you to leave me.

Jump up, Little Ghost. Fly home.

Goodbye, Little Ghost

Goodbye

And a happy birthday to you, Jimmy

 We created it, let's take it over.

Happy birthday, Johny!

 You can retire now!

 I wrote this in my sleep last night: "Starting Small in America was the last man in the world to wear a tie to work."

Night Coffee

The sun set long ago

The dusk’s already gone

The Milly Way’s spread overhead

We may never see the dawn

Oh night coffee

Lit up only by starlight

Let’s brew another pot

And drink coffee through the night

I like mine sweet and creamy

You like yours straight & black

We’ll go screaming through the night

Like Cassidy & Kerouac

Oh night coffee, 

Our nocturnal delight

Let’s brew another pot 

And drink coffee through the night

Folks in bed

Counting sheep

We live our dreams

While they’re asleep

The night lies out before us

Our heads are strong and clear

We’ll go flying through the darkness

Up beyond the stratosphere

Oh night coffee

Like Charles Lindbergh on his flight

Let’s make another pot of coffee

And keep flying through the night

What if indeed

 I scare myself

Today's Verse: 20 August 2024

If I had a beard
What would it say?

Come close, my dear?

Go far away?

If I had a beard

What would it want

In the night?

In the dark?

How would it relate

To a lesser expression

Of my true self

The hair on my head?

On my chest?

In my ass?

In my nose?

My ears?

And under my arms?

When I die

Will the mortician care

To understand my feelings there

To wash and crop, perhaps perfume

The best of me, my salient plumes?

Today's Verse: 3 May and 11 July 2024

In the after now

Dreams come true

And nightmares too

In the after now

What I want

And what I dread

Are making out

Inside my head

In the after now

What I am

And what I'm not

Half-remembered

Half-forgot

egina nantara    nijavaguttave kanasugula

                         mattu dusvapnagalu kuda

egina nantara    bayakegalu mattu digilugalu 

                          muddu madittave nanna taleyolage

egina nantara    naneno enallavo

                          ardha nenapu

                          ardha marevu