My Hat Blew Off I sang of love and the riches of a #life well lived, but the winds rose and curled about me. My hat blew off. You listened intently to my song, letting the rising gust take the words through your golden hair. The next day, I asked you what you remembered of our song And you said, "I remember that your hat blew off. It was really funny."

Love's Delta Follow the heart's pulsation through each vein, And you will reach a pass where lovers pause, Wondering whither way to make their lane And thus renew and beautify their course. Should we take the path that leads to shallow Waters where the lilies and the bullfrogs Dwell, or take a more circuitous row To dark copses with webs for sleeping dogs? The choices made, remade, renewed and lost, Are nodes along the route we jointly make. Your retina my map, my soul's sunk cost, My scratched lens hardened, clarity opaque. The heart, the drumming push will syncopate Our footsteps to a filigree of fate.

Coney Island Cyclone Dust is rising with the incoming tide. Exiting the ride with floss in tact. Arm around porcelain shoulders. The depth of eyes, swimming in pupils.

Priapic Meanderings The door is ajar The jar is a door Theatrical floorboards Bored in the theatre Tricks turned on a sixpence Like Prince Philip in his Ridiculous London taxi Poncin' about with his Collection of comments.