Abstract and Me

Liver diced into 24 pieces
Browned and baked like crispy fries
Yummy to the tummy might you say
But it really has nothing to do with me

Lakes of red in colored glasses
Ponds of purple and shots of molasses
Kites flying low with shorted strings
But it really has nothing to do with me

Rivers died from ice caps melting
Iron and ore is smug and smelting
Buckets of yams in yammy-yam land
But it really has nothing to do with me

Paneled walls in 70’s structures
Wall paper pealing and waving good-bye
Lovers are loving and eating mud pies
But it really has nothing to do with me

Living out loud in closed empty spaces
Searching for rats to bet at the races
Pockets of posies to throw at the sea
But it really has nothing to do with…

Sweet Voice

Sweet voice arose to withered ear
Breaking through the void of silence.
Beautiful sounds of vocal chord
Flows gently out to distance.

Sweet voice that speaks in childish tone
Seeks to reach, seeks reply.
Heard by others deep in night
Voice of love and laughter drawing nigh.

Sweet voice of time and graying hair
Sounds of wisdom fill empty space.
Looking for a welcome ear
To share the time that time erased.

Sweet voice one day and gone the next
Laid to rest in memories deep.
Breaking through in minds of rest
Flows gently in the voice of sleep.