Pie #3

written February 1999, rewritten 2016 Weatherman Wayne, warning of the painted Danger heading for Harper’s Bay, Misses the mark and forgoes a refrain But Distant Mary she still waits inside As looking-glass people stroll the open day If you don’t go now you won’t see the bread band play Mock Turtle’s gone off to town…

Waiting in the Wings

written 1999, with a June 2016 shoeshine I bed down for the coming night Composed from things of childhood fright Tales from perverted Grimms, say hey! How many seconds til the distant day Remember how mother told you to pray Good girl sent on her golden way. Pirates are searching for souls like you Tear…

Falling Up

written 1999 Merry-go-trading, reality fading On my slipping senses raiding Picture a place spinning in circles Making kaleidoscopes of imagined perils Falling perception, a needed vacation, but there’s no fear Congratulations—you’re here My dear, you’re here