adventures with mac's bike

speeding downhill, one
pebble could send me flying,
still i go faster.

lots of "ch's"

pigtails floppin' in
the chilly wind that gushes
past my cherry pink cheeks.

fantasy

to play a game of
hopscotch on clouds as soft as
feather filled pillows.

marilyn monroe would be proud

a freak gush of wind
+ one brown skirt = peep
show for edinburgh.

crash landing

a running start and
she's airborn, coming down quick
to a bed that's moved.

john, paul, ringo, george

'all you need is love,
love, love, love, love, love, love, love,
love is all you need.'

marc

chagall held our hands
and took us promenadin'
through Roman streets.

honey squash

buzzing bee resting
on my window sill meet the
bottom of my shoe.

ass aches

there is a soreness
that lingers in the muscles
used to clench butt cheeks.

spoonerisms

biny little tirds
competing to be heard just
outside my window.

bloomin tree

white flower petals
dance in the wind as they break
free from their branches.

happy drunks

lying on the brink
of complete drunkeness we
can be heard giggling.

bittersweet

a few macaroons
to sweeten the sadness of
going our own ways.

bunk buddy

we are ten again
and sharing bunk beds like one
big slumber party.