Pleasure comes in Multiple disguises these days No longer dressed as A lusty heartbreaker Or the extravagant Hot fudge sunday Now it takes a keen eye To recognize pleasure To notice it in the Breath of air fresh from the sea Or the child's shy smile Even in a well turned phrase Not a roller coaster any more Now more like a raft Drifting down a river Sun at my back The sound of breeze In my ear This is pleasure
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Normal Can we please be normal For once Like regular people are Talk in a regular Average way About normal things We don't need to always Have important conversations About meaningful topics Like art theater literature Surely that's not normal Let's talk about Time to trim the bushes back Put in the bulbs And how bout those Red Sox See that is normal I think Memory is a tricky thing We are so sure we know Exactly how it was Who said what But the one who stood Right next to me said No that's not what happened At all We hear through our filters Of anticipation experience Expectation Is it what was said Or what we heard Through the dense Mental circumambulation Of our thoughts Like trying to hear Through a wet tea bag Stuffed in each ear Not a very efficient Way to listen Longing for peace A time of peace A time of long pauses Slow dreamy music Misty skies And quiet I want A new way to live Sweetness returned to me Spring in my step I remember I have here and now Really fine Can't complain I should be glad And I Can have more Will have all The peace sweetness all Horror of horrors Modern opera And Czech to boot Dreary drab Characters look like Meat loaves standing On end During the love scene Sing really high And really loud About How rotten everything is And I better go die Or get drunk Or do just as mommy tells me What are they thinking Who thought it would Be good To color everything Like a north shore Underwater scene Mossy green and mud Terrible torture But good for the soul I made it through The whole thing Ice and snow again Already 180 inches And here is more At some point who cares Cleans up the six foot Ugly grey drifts for a day We can think it's pretty For a minute Spring started today With the snow Just keep the depressives From losing it Keep the frustrated moms cool The bike messengers safe The meters fed It can't go on forever I'm sure it will end But I do remember a pile Of snow in the corner Of the playground one year 1958 in June I swear it's true Endless thoughts Churn through our minds Every waking minute You would think The brain would pump up Like a balloon from Constant exercise Maybe it works more like The bulimic on a treadmill Never thin enough Never able to stop So in the two three minutes Of meditation when it Pauses to take a breath A break just a rest The sense of peace Is palpable A puff of nothing lifting The crown off the skull Bringing in a rush Of fresh air David means beloved Suzanne is the flower Peter the rock Augam is imagination Molly the sweet little one Max great and strong That's what is in a name Each has a meaning Some are intended at birth Some are a chance Life is Aisha Let's name our children Have a great life Don't do drugs Or maybe Take Chances And Love Too Much We name the person and Give name to the life beyond To the future Our hope Avalanche starts with One sound The world reaches its Tipping point And falls right over Falls from the peak In headlong fury Plunges down to Destruction Leaves everything buried Homes lives hearts loves Buried One sound starts destruction One foolish word brings The world down Around my ears The smallest slip And nothing is ever The same again Twilight time Light filters from Last of the sun Reflection of last rays Behind buildings First peepers peep Birds settle down Twilight time Moods too settle Or dip low Time to be with someone Or not Time to be alone Time for thoughts Of what's the point Or This is the point Or come home for dinner Or walk into an empty house At twilight time |