poem for a crazy moment

Blog Naughty One as you sit near the bus stop for me to arrive

why aren't you ever there to greet me as I fall

Don't understand why you're insistent in your ways

as if you're the one hurling scriptures through the air

Weird and strange like a Galapagos hiding neath straw in the morning dew

away away away from the high stoops where angels glide and graze

using not what others use, not even they would include

wanting whatever touch of sweetness their teeth sink into the skin

Think about the weirdness of the empty sugar canes

where the rum was inhaled before the aerial foray

Don't know I just don't know where the grey goose will pounce upon the pig

chasing it home to find a bit of morsel or clay after the corn chips have fled

Write on until the last goodbye of sugar cane when Darwin arrives

He'll have less to explain in the sweet by and by

But he'll laugh during the murmuring of the flame

giving Life a chance before you sprout and fly

with Klaus to the outer world, Antartica floating by

Fly away fly away till the riders slip the apocalypse upon the train

'cause you'll be discovered with flowers in your broom 

*Nothing Short of Being

she grieves and goes

to Friday

the bottle drops from

her hand

the pills scatter into

the grass

in her all is

home

the underbelly of

being

-Jerry Schroeder, Cap.

To love one another is loving God...with all the if's, and's and but's.  But, it isn't easy nor sugary!