ponies and horses

but the ponies that prance
light and glittering
upon the fields so green
that lay before the eyes and faces of
the effervescent beauties
of poise and stature
may enjoy the spoils of said
beauties’ brief attention
but those mules
who toil
back in the dim stables
away from high praise
they shall reap the warmth
ebbed from the heart of the
dark beauty
kept well away
in world’s corner
and precious indeed


walk on by

excuse me, mister, could you spare some time?
I’m saving up my pocket-thoughts to buy myself a rhyme
and if you want to wait around for a hour or maybe two
I just might have enough to buy a song to sing for you

so, walk on by, walk on by
catch a verse here on the fly
hear my song, then wonder why
you’re still walking by

excuse me, madame, I believe you dropped a tear
on the sidewalk, just a couple steps behind you, dear
if I were you and cared an inch, I’d double back real quick
because you do not want to make that poor old sidewalk sick

hey there, mr. Jones
how is that bed back at your home?
it must be as soft as soft can be
because you look like a big, old, mushy, marsh-mellow man to me

so, walk on by, walk on by
give me a look, then give me a sigh
do not want to stay, then I will tell you good-bye
and you just keep on walking by

a pleasant reunion

I believe if some people back home
were to see a stranger on the street
suddenly materialize as me
they’d spew green vomit on the sidewalk
my only wish is that I’d have a pot
to catch that puke and cook it up
and eat another day
with belly full and happy then
I’d smile wide and thank them
for not spewing their rich foods all over me

oh, I can’t wait to meet the kids back home
and see just where they’ve been
’cause I guarantee I’m a lot damn happier
not being one of them