Phallic fallacies

It’s really just a fallacy,
To think everything is phallic, see,
A myth sold to us by patriarchy,
Albeit one that’s taken them quite far,
But as every woman knows,
And Freud was found loathe to disclose,
Life very often shows,
A cigar is really mostly just a cigar.

NOTES TO MYSELF AT 3am

It’s okay
Today’s today
You don’t need
To find a way
To fix it all
Know what to say
To answer
Defend
Or explain away
To understand
Your lack of plan
To wish
You’d been a better man
What has been is
Stop looking back
To forgive yourself
Is the new black
What has been is
But what will be’s open
Nonetheless
Restrain the hoping
Relax and breathe
It’ll be okay
Just love yourself
Just for today

2024

Twenty, twenty-four,

I’m expecting more,

Then convolution,

Perhaps a little resolution,

On several fronts,

I’m quite realistic,

Don’t need answers simplistic,

But I’m imparting my trust,

So do what you must,

And I’ll check back in a dozen months.

WINTER

Winter is upon us,

With Christmas so symbolic,

Mountains of snow make it so,

That children want to frolic,

Me, I know, when my nose I blow,

It looks like Jackson Pollock!

Cradle To The Grave (Leo Kottke)

Bloom

We give each other all the space

A relationship needs to bloom

She’s drunk in the kitchen

I’m drunk in the livingroom

Toilet Paper Orientation

Under, over, over, under,
Sometimes it feels a bloody wonder,
We’ve come so far and remained civial,
When we’re obsessed with things so trivial!

I KNEW YOU THEN

I knew you then I know you now,
I know you then, I knew you now,
I know it’s true,
Don’t ask me how,
The seams of time sometimes allow,
A peek, a wink, a nod, a bow,
As Einstein said through bushy brow,
Time stops it all from happening now,
This is to say he did avow,
In some way all is happening now,
And so with certainty I vow,
I know and knew you then and now.

A Dystopian Utopian Christmas

WHAT IF

What if.
Art is all what if.
Consider this.
Consider this.
What if God spoke through my dog.
If there really is a dog,
Perhaps God does.
Perhaps that’s Love.