Poke

T’was only a poke
Nothing meant by it
Just merely a joke

No bite of the thumb
No gauntlet flung
So, officer I hope

You don’t take this to mind
He’s quite out of his mind
Took a fall, not been quite right

You get my drift
It don’t mean nothing
in my line of work

Yes, the dams fell
The water broke
And its surprising

We’re still afloat
That’s what we do
We break and keep going

Just let it go, let it fly
Why am I?  Why,
He’s still one of mine

What do I do?  Well,
I see walls and I get this urging
to poke holes in their making

Must see to it, he, they keep holding
Keep breathing, see to their falls
And give them a poke

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Whimsy

Caught a flight Tuesday morning
Left for work, but hey, I’m in mourning
Called in sick, just a sack with a toothbrush on my back
I’m taking my leave
and I might never come back

I’m taking my leave
leaving these made-up boxes behind
check no box, leave all the questions blank
People say, I’m on a path of self-destruction
one of these days, whimsy will go up in flames
but hey, I feel alive

I went through all the motions
Did what I was told
Fold my laundry into squares
Ate an apple every day
But from the view down here
That couldn’t stop this spreading cancer,
Nor the next heart attack

So,
I’m taking my leave
leaving these pent-up feelings aside
no more hesitating, no more hovering still
waiting for something that will never come
No more

Whimsy goes, where whimsy will
Just like floating
Just like flying
Whimsy goes, where whimsy will
Feels like flying
And I’m not coming down

Made a paper airplane from my last paycheck
Threw it towards the river
Didn’t look to see where it land
Spent an hour just watching
squirrels fighting, dancing, love-making
Caught a ride, found a glowing fountain
in the middle of suburbia and I sleep at night
in marshes with fireflies and twinkling stars
for companions

I’m taking my leave
Erasing the memories that pick away at me inside
Your laugh, easy smile
The hands that guided mine
Your last breathe as I held you close
mingling with mine
No more

Landed in Mississippi, saw the river
Thought I would stay, see the sights
Play Huckleberry Finn
Paint some fences
Make new friends
Take the next flight out, going who knows where
Back up in the air

People say, I’m on a path of self-destruction
one of these days, whimsy will go up in flames
but hey, I feel alive

Whimsy goes, where whimsy will
Just like floating
Just like flying
Whimsy goes, where whimsy will
Feels like flying
And I’m not coming down