If I had to make sense I wouldn't ask for your 2 cents

Where are the holes in this smooth blanket?

Forgotten like long buried potted plants from the nursery

Woe is me again as I'm 

Swollen and puffy

from dental surgery

Could you snooze & doze till noon?

Dreams of lavender fields

& cherry blossom trees

Sunday morning feeling

all the way

through September and June

What can be scary at this height?

Friskiness and recklessness

feeling like buddies

Only and always, at the very edge

do I dare to recognize

my self inflicted plight 

Will we sit in pregnant, forebearing silence?

Observing with awe

new lines on each other's forehead

Like in a new school notebook

With every swoop of a tightly held pencil

a small imperceptible smile of confidence 

Would it be ridiculous to splurge on both a new guitar and piano?

The frilly white dress is hanging off the window sill in plain sight

My hair is fresh, too damp from my longish shower 

It's been 2 years since I wrote a song

So if you nod now, I may take that to positively mean "no"

Why do I love the logical?

You have to entertain the possibility of the wrong path

Simulate the path till the wrong end is seen in the mind's eye and ruled out 

So the satisfaction when you arrive at the right path is all the fruitier

And I like fruits and fal