A soft blue-gray fog on a cold silent lake
dancing along as the day starts to break
a small private cove out there barely a blur
holds stories and secrets untold and secure
Cornbread
before baby sister came along and spoiled everything
it was just me and mama and daddy around the supper table
mama would cook up some beans
daddy would work the cotton fields
don’t tell nobody
but I’d probably be out exploring the forest down behind the barn
Two Ducks on a Log
two ducks on a log
two ducks on a log
uh …
uh ...
well dang
it ain't happening this time
can't just force out a rhyme
from the slime of my mind
when it's not so inclined
Launching Pad Angst
and so I dream
and so I procrastinate
and so I piddle around
with potential plans
waiting for a sign
Somebody Had The Right Idea
a red plastic chair
on metal legs
waiting there alone
by a cool emerald stream