Mourning_Dove_2006

THE RATS

ONE WOULD NEVER
HAVE KNOWN
FROM THE LOOKS
OF THINGS,
FROM FOGGY NIGHTS
IN EARLY SPRING
AND SUMMERS
FULL OF WILY PINGS,
THE HAPPINESS
FROM VOICES IN
TUNE,
PARTIES IN JUNE
FEATURING MASTER
GUITARS AND
NEAR FAMOUS ROCK
STARS, AND
SCRUMPTIOUS EDIBLES
LACED IN AND OUT,
THE SOFT SMOOTH
BREEZES, THE AERIAL
SNEEZES THAT COME
FROM POLLEN
AND JOY,
THEY WERE HIDDEN
BEHIND THE LUSH
GIANT BUSHES,
SET WAY BACK
AGAINST THE TRACK,
NEVER TO BE SEEN
OR HEARD, EXCEPT
PERHAPS DURING
THE DEAD OF NIGHT,
WHEN UPON AWAKENING
THERE WERE LITTLE FEET
SCAMPERING ON THE
ANCIENT ROOF,
I THOUGHT IT
WAS THE NIGHT
BIRD, WHO SANG
NEAR MY WINDOW
SWAYING AWAY
AND SLEEPING BY
DAY,

BUT ALAS
IN THE SPLENDOR
OF MY INNOCENT
DREAMS, THE RODENTS
WERE PARTYING
NASTY AND MEAN,
CAMOFLAGUED
BY FOLIAGE AND
SKILL,
FROLICKING
STEALTHILY
DRESSED TO KILL,
THEY SHOWED ME
REMAINS ON THE
DAY I DEPARTED,
SAD AND CONFUSED
AND SO BROKEN
HEARTED, TO THINK
THAT THE RATS
WERE SHARING
MY SPACE, SNEERING
AND LETHAL, THEY
LAUGHED IN
MY FACE,
IT’S A STRANGE
WAY TO END
A LONG RUN OF
DREAMS, BUILT UPON
STARLIGHT
AND FIXATED
SCHEMES,
THE MEN SENT
THEM SCURRYING
OVER THE HILL
FAR AND AWAY
TO ANOTHER
BIG CHILL,
AND I TRAVELED
ON TO THE PLACE
I CALL HOME,
WONDERING HOW
I COULD EVER
HAVE KNOWN,
AS I TIPTOED
ON FRAGRANT
GROUND, THAT
THE DANGER
AND FEAR
WERE ALWAYS
QUITE NEAR,
THEY WOULD
HAVE ME FOR
LUNCH, (PERHAPS
IN A CRUNCH)
BUT SOMEONE
WATCHED OVER ME
AND LED ME AWAY
FOR ANOTHER FINE
LIFE AND
THIS BEAUTIFUL DAY,
IT TRULY HAS
FLUMMOXED
AND BLOWN ME AWAY,
NOW I SING WITH
THE DOVES,
FULL OF PROMISE
AND LOVE!

©J.W. WINSLOW 6/1/15

 

HOUSE OF DREAMS

THE HOUSE OF DREAMS
APPEARED QUITE BY
CHANCE, UNINVITED
AND VERY PUT OFF
BY A CROWD SHOWING
THAT MADE ME RUN,
TAIL BETWEEN MY LEGS
WONDERING AT MY FATE
A LITTLE TOO LATE
FOR SPILLED MILK,
THE TIME HAD COME
TO MAKE PURSES OF SILK
AND OWN UP TO MY
REAL BACKYARD,
THAT PLACE WHERE YOU
STUFF THE YEARNINGS
OF FORMER DAYS
AND SECRET JOURNIES
INTO A BOX FOR TOMORROW,
NOTHING LIKE A LITTLE
REALITY TO AWAKEN EVEN THE
DEEPEST TEMPTATIONS,
SO AS I SEARCHED FOR
A PLACE TO HANG
MY HAT,
IT SEEMED TO KEEP
COMING BACK,
THAT WILD WIDE VIEW
THE ROLLING WAVES
THE PLACE THAT REMINDED
ME OF ART DECO
AND MY AUNT’S PARTIES,
TIME AFTER TIME
I DENIED,
UNTIL FINALLY DEMANDING
A PRIVATE SHOWING,
THERE WAS NO GOING BACK,
FOR I HAD SUNK INTO
THE TRAP OF DESIRE,
YOU KNOW THE ONE
WHERE IT LOOPS
LIKE A SONG HOOK,
TRAVELING THROUGH
EVERY THOUGHT
EACH TIME
ANOTHER RHYME,
ALL THE SAME

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AND THEN I STOOD
OUTSIDE
ON A DAY MEANT
FOR PICTURES
AND KNEW THE GHOSTS
OF THE PAST
WOULD NOT LAST
IN MY MIND,
IT WAS TIME TO
PLAY THE HAND
SLIPPED INTO MY
BACK POCKET,
SETTLING ONCE
AND FOR ALL
THE FATE OF MY GRACE,
NO SAD STORIES
NO GOODBYES,
NO TIME TO JUMP THE
FENCE,
NO TINY BLUE LIES,
I WROTE THE CHECK
AND CLOSED THE DOOR
ON A PAST MIXED
WITH ALL KINDS OF SCENES,
BUT NOW I HAVE
THE HOUSE OF MY DREAMS.

©J.W. WINSLOW 5/1/15

 

Birthday Girl

AUDACIOUS

THERE’S A FABULOUS
SUNKEN TUB
WITH JETS AND
STREAMS
MEANT FOR A BATH
FULL OF HOPES
AND DREAMS,
STATUES AND
CARVINGS
AT LEAST
SEVEN DECKS,
A LOT OF
REDWOOD
WHICH REALLY
REFLECTS
THE MOOD OF
THE COAST,
THE VIEWS
AND THE CUES
THAT SEND
THE WHITEWATER
ABOUT WHICH
WE BOAST,
I POKE AROUND
HOUSES
COMPLETELY
UNKNOWN
I HAVE TO MOVE ON
MY COVER IS
BLOWN,
I HAVE MARCHING
ORDERS
TO BEGIN A
NEW SEARCH,
NO DELAYS
WELCOME,
DON’T BE
LEFT IN THE
LURCH,
ALL THE WHILE
I AM THINKING
ABOUT SOME
THINGS PAST
AND HOW I
BELIEVED THAT
ALL THIS WOULD
LAST, BUT
KNOWING THE
WAYS AND
SCHEMES OF
THE WORLD,

AND LANDLORDS
AND DEAMONS
IN THE SWAY
AND SWIRL,
I GO AND SIT
QUIETLY
COMPOSING
MYSELF, A VISION
OF HEAVEN
AND FRAGRANT
GOOD HEALTH
WHICH COMES
TO THE TOP
A MIASMA OF
GLORY
I AM WRITING
THE PROLOGUE
TO MY OWN
PRIVATE STORY,
NOT DYANNA
OR JOHN,
OR KEVIN
OR UMA,
ALTHOUGH THEY
EXIST IN MY MIND,
NO, THIS FUTURE
LIFE IS A
PRIVATE DEVICE,
THE DOOR HAS
REOPENED
TO LOVERS
AND VICE,
THE PATH ROLLS
AHEAD,
I AM LAYING ASIDE
AND WAITING FOR
HEAVEN TO
TO BECOME
MY GUIDE,
EXPECTING THE
NEW, AND THE
UNFORSEEN,
TAKE MY HAND
AND TRAVEL
WITH ME, WE BOTH
SHALL COME CLEAN,
NUANCES FLOWING
JASMINE AND GREEN
SURPRISES
AWAIT US,
KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

©J.W. WINSLOW 4/1/15