I Am Late at My Singing

 

 

As I was waiting,

flowered buds shriveled.

Tangerine daylilies burst.

Too late, too late the music.

Flowered buds shriveled

in the dance of my mind.

Too late, too late the music,

like rain clouds.

In the dance of my mind,

there are heart storms

like rain clouds,

too full my heart to dance.

There are heart storms

in blossoms tightly closed.

Too full my heart to dance.

I am late at my singing.

In blossoms tightly closed

there are mind storms.

I am late at my singing.

Atonal connections rasp.

Strains hovered on air.

Wallflower words that want to dance

collapse.

Strains hovered on air,

as I was waiting.

I’ve Got Those Monday Blues

 

I need to leave you baby, cause I love you way too much

I need to leave you baby, so you’ll miss my sweet, sweet touch

But if you want me, honey; I’m back in a heart dream’s rush

Why can’t you say you love me

Why can’t you hold me close

Why do you want to treat me

Like a piece of day old toast?

I’m leaving the hacienda

I’m leaving the briar patch

I’m leaving pets and unmade beds

And the dream catcher’s catch

I need to leave you baby, cause I love you way too much

I need to leave you baby, so you’ll miss my sweet, sweet touch

But if you want me, honey; I’m back in a heart dream’s rush

I’m leaving all your off- key songs

I’m leaving air-blown kisses

I’m leaving all your promises

Once hits, now only misses

I’m leaving piles of laundry

Socks that never match

I’m leaving pets and unmade beds

And the dream catcher’s catch

Why can’t you say you love me

Why can’t you hold me close

Why do you want to treat me

Like a piece of day old toast?

I need to leave you baby, cause I love you way too much

I need to leave you baby, so you’ll miss my sweet, sweet touch

But if you want me honey; I’m back in a heart dream’s rush*