BORIS

photo of a colorful painting

IT WAS HIS SMILE
THAT FIRST CAUGHT MY EYE,
SITTING CASUALLY IN
HIS FAVORITE CHAIR
INTERVIEWING A BRIGHT
WHITE-SUITED WOMAN
FOR A JOB,
THEY NEEDED
SOMEONE WHO WOULD
SELL THAT MOB:
THREE FINE DESIGNERS,
SHY/STRONG HEADLINERS,
MEN WHO DID NOT
WANT TO BLOW
THEIR OWN HORNS,
BUT REQUIRED
SOME ACTION
AND STRONG WILLED
TRACTION,
HE GAVE ME
HIS CARD AT THE END
A LONG-VERSED
NAME WITH
A MIDDLE VLADIMIRE,
IT WAS MY NICKNAME
FOR HIM
INCITING SOME CHEER,
AND IN THAT JOB
FOR MANY YEARS
I SOLD THEIR WARES
AND CLIMBED THE
STAIRS
EACH DAY,
WATCHING THE
DESIGNS TAKE HOLD
MANY QUITE BOLD,
WHILE HE CHARMED
OUR CLIENTS
AND LAUGHED A LOT
WATCHING THE
BUILDINGS TAKE
SIZE AND SPOT,
HE LOVED TO SNEAK
OFF
ON WEDNESDAY
AFTERNOON
TO THE SMALL
SAIL BOAT
AND THE ROARING
LAGOON,
IT WAS HIS QUIET
TIME,
A PLACE SO SUBLIME
ALL ALONE
WITH THE SPLASHING
WAVES,

AND MEMORIES OF
STRUCTURES
HE LOVED TO SAVE,
WE TRAVELED TOGETHER
TO SELL THE WARES
VISITING CLIENTS
BEYOND COMPARE,
CHARMING THE FOLKS
WITH VISUAL STROKES,
AND SMILES
THAT CAUGHT
THE CLEVER EYE…
I KNEW HIS SECRET
OF PLAYING THE TRUMPET
AND THE LOVE OF
MUSIC AS WELL,
BUT THE MOST
CLEVER MOMENT
WAS A CASUAL THING,
WHEN HE SCRIBBLED
A FIGURE OF THE
DANCING MAN
WHO BECAME OUR
LOGO
FOR THE WORKS
WE SPREAD,
TAPPING AWAY
NIGHT AND DAY,
IT WAS PART OF
THE CHORUS
THE SIGHT OF BORIS
THAT BLENDED HIS
LOVES,
DESIGNING
RECLINING,
FAMILY FIRST
AND AWARD
WINNING COLORS
OF MONTEREY’S THIRST,
WHILE THE SUBTLE
CHUCKLES
RENOWED HIS WAY
OF TELLING THE WORLD
HE WAS READY TO PLAY,
AND NOW, TODAY
BORIS IS GONE,
A HEAVENLY ANGEL
WHERE HE BELONGS
UP THERE
DESIGNING
A HOUSE FOR
THE GODS,
WITH LOTS OF
PURE LIGHT,
HE WILL ALWAYS
EXIST FOR ME
EACH DAY AND NIGHT,
SAIL ON SAILOR
TO THE BRILLIANT END
YOU WILL ALWAYS BE
SO LOVED AND ADMIRED
BY THE WORLD
AND ME!

©JW WINSLOW 10/1/2022

Blue race car

CAR WEEK WILL MAKE YOU
WEEP,
PERHAPS FOR GOOD
OR BAD,
OFTEN TIMES
THE WORST OF CRIMES
ARE HIDDEN
IN THE DEEP:
FOR CHAOS BEGINS
WHEN THE WEEKEND
ARRIVES
ACTUALLY
EARLIER
BECAUSE
EVERYONE DRIVES:
THE SHOW OFFS
THE OWNERS
THE SPECTATORS
THE LONERS,
ALL ARRIVING AS
PREDICTED,
WHILE SOME ARE
CONVICTED
BEFORE ITS TIME
TO GO HOME,
THEY COME FROM
ABOVE
AND BELOW MONTEREY,
AND TRUTHFULLY
IT’S SO HARD
TO SAY
WHICH ONES
ARE THE BEST
AT THE VIEWING
QUEST,
SO IT’S UP TO YOU
IF YOU PURSUE
THE PENINSULA
SOMETIMES
CALLED HEAVEN,
AND ONCE WAS
THE CAPITAL
OF THE STATE
OF CALI,
FULL OF SUCH
MEMORIES
WILD AND TOUGH –
THE EARLIER FOLKS
WERE KIND
OF ROUGH,
BUT NOW THE CROWDS
CARE LITTLE FOR
SHROUDS OF
A MYSTERY WILD HORSE,
IT’S ALL ABOUT
CARS
THE AMAZING STARS,
AGELESS AND STAGELESS
ALL OVER THE PLACE
ANYWHERE YOU GO
THEY ARE HAVING
A RACE

PUSHING ASIDE
TO PEEK AND ABIDE,
BUYERS AND FANS
COVER THE LAND,
AND WHAT DO YOU
SAY
OF THE PEOPLE
WHO PLAY
AND WORK FOR
A LIVING,
ALWAYS FORGIVING
THE ENDLESS
GOOGLES
WITH NECKS
LIKE NOODLES,
ACHING TO TOUCH
AND SIGH, AND SUCH
BUT THE REAL
NEIGHBORHOODS
STAY STILL
AS THEY SHOULD,
WEARING EAR PLUGS
FROM THOSE LOUD
OLD THUGS,
THE GROANING
AND SCREAMING
RACING OF CARS
PACKED ON THE STREETS
BENEATH THE STARS,
SITTING QUIETLY
UNDER A TREE
WATCHING MAZARATTI’S
SCREAMING THE ROAD
WAY TOO FAST
FOR THE OVERLOAD,
AND FINALLY
WATCHING
THE SUNDAY EVENT
WHERE MILLIONS ARE
SPENT,
LADIES ALL DRESSED
IN FANCY
FINERY,
GENTS OF IMMENSE
AND POETIC WINERIES,
WANDERING
WAITING
FOR THE WINNERS
AWARD,
THEY SPLIT UP
THE MIDDLE
OF A FAMOUS BIG
SWORD:
CHAMPAGNE AND TOASTS
SMILING WITH BOASTS,
WHILE THE FOLKS
ON THE COAST
WAVE GOODBYE
TO THE SKY!

©JW WINSLOW 9/1/2022

Woman sitting on a chair with a flowered border

Yes, there is a difference
Between the person
who creates
and the one
who permeates,
hard to say
which is
harder,
They each have
a larder
of dreams and
schemes
ready for the page
At any stage
or time
or place,
and the one
who was chosen
to write my story
of boundless glory
is a hard core
Pro
always in the know,
visiting first to
get the ideas,
delving into
secrets of the
often-shy author,
taking notes
and getting the
quotes perfect,
something rare
in that business,
you must agree
when it comes
down to just
you and me,
she slides into
place with a
simple tablet,
cleverly writing
notes
as I speak,
given later
to a casual
tweak,
while smiling
at every move
you make
in case there’s
a clue
to the real
inside take and
upfront view,
while adding
conversation,
for after all
she is her own
call,

a rocking
good artist
with many years
of hard work
and a few tears:
grinding away
day after day
but never asleep,
for she knows
how to keep
the soul alert
with the secrets
uncovered,
the snags
and the lovers…
intermixed
with a personal
story of her own,
a casual trip
into her own zone
while this meeting
of minds,
each one
noticing changes,
more polished
and smooth,
and in the right
groove
to display every
aspect
of the golden plum
until it is done,
and her time
to run
to the next
wild-ass story,
(centered in glory)
but she
leaves with
a smile
just meant
to beguile…
it was such
a good time,
just awaiting
the gift
of a newspaper lift,
two friends
forever,
and a cleaver
endeavor!

©JW WINSLOW 8/1/2022

woman smiling holding flowers

I WATCHED
FROM THE
WINDOW
AS THEY
CLIMBED
UP THE DRIVE,
ANXIOUS
TO SEE
WHAT PATERNITY
THRIVED,
THE TRUE
REAL PARENT
OF MY ABODE,
(ONE THAT
HAD GROWN
TO BE A MAN
IN THESE VERY
ROOMS,
AND VISITING
NOW
AS A MEDICAL
ZOOM
FROM A NORTHERN
STATE)
WHAT A WAIT
IT HAD BEEN,
WONDERING
DURING
THESE PAST
FEW YEARS
HOW HE LOOKED
AND SPOKE,
A DOCTOR
BY TRADE
WHICH SURELY
MADE
THE SMILE
AT THE FRONT
DOOR
INTO VERY MUCH
A LOVELY SCORE
REACHING OUT
BETWEEN US,
HE SHOWED ME
WHERE HIS
CHILDHOOD
PIANO SAT,
NEXT TO THE
GLASS DOORS,
AND HOW
ABOUT THAT,
WHILE HE
DESCRIBED
HIS FAVORITE
DOG,
LONGING TO
ENTER
AND SIT AT HIS FEET,
MORE COMPLETE
AND WAGGING
HIS TAIL,
WHILE NOW
MY MUSIC
MACHINE
LIVES ON
THAT SPOT,
SURROUNDED
BY A LOVELY
OLD PLANT,
(ODDLY ENOUGH
A TREASURE
FROM MY MOTHER)
IT WAS A DAY
OF MEMORY
ON BOTH SIDES,

AND HIS WIFE
INSPECTED MY
ART WITH
A SMILE
WHILE
WE TRAVELED
THE ROOMS,
WITH SUNSHINE
BEAMING
THROUGH THE
WINDOWS FROM
FLOOR TO CEILING,
AND THEN HE
ENTERED THE
OLD PINK BATHROOM
WHERE ALL
HIS FAMILY
SHARED THOSE
FACILITIES,
WHAT A STRANGE
ZOOM
ON THEIR CAPABILITIES,
AND FINALLY
WE JOURNIED
OUTSIDE
TO GAZE
AT THE HUGE
GREEN TREES
IN THE BRIGHT
SUNNY HAZE,
ALL GROWN UP
FOR MANY YEARS,
RESOUNDING
THE TEARS OF
SMART LITTLE BOYS
AND FAMILY PLOYS,
WHILE I DREW
BACK TO
HIS WHISPERING
WIFE
WHILE A BROKEN
FENCE WAS
DISCUSSED
AND SETTLED,
I HAD TO SMILE
AS THEY DEPARTED
ON THE
DARK SIDE
OF THE FENCE
AND MEASURED
THE LENGTH
OF MY KOOKY ART WALL,
SO BIG AND TALL,
AND I EXPLAINED
THE LAST BIG SNARE,
THE MESS OF
A NEIGHBOR,
SO DIFFICULT
TO BEAR,
SO I HAVE
ADDED A LONG
LINE OF CARE:
MEMORIAL
BLANKETS
TO COVER THE LAIR,
(MESSY CANS
AND DIRTY WOOD)
COVERED UP
FOR NOW AND GOOD,
THE END OF A TOUR
THAT LEFT ME
SMILING
ABOUT THIS
BEGUILING
AND WONDERFUL
LIFE…
HOW DID I
REALLY ARRIVE
AND THRIVE
IN THIS
PALACE OF LOVE
WITH THE BEAUTIFUL
DOVES,
JUST LUCKY,
I GUESS…
IN MY ONWARD QUEST.

©JW WINSLOW 7/1/2022

close photo of a woman and flowers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IT IS THAT TIME

OF THE YEAR,

WHERE A SLICE

OF HEAVEN

ARRIVES AROUND

MID-AFTERNOON,

AND I SWOON

ONTO THE TINY

SPACE

(MY FAVORITE PLACE)

SURROUNDED BY

MANY VERSIONS

OF GREEN OFFERINGS

PROVIDED BY

MOTHER NATURE

AND LOVED BY

ME,

FOR AS YOU SEE

THIS QUIET

SUMMARY OF

DREAMS

SEEMS TO CALL

OUT,

NUDGING THE

COOL GLASS OF

WATER,

READING MATERIAL

AND A FAVORITE

VERY OLD TOWEL

FROM THE DARK

AGES OF

CRYSTAL COVE,

SURVIVING AND

FOLDED NEATLY

ALL DURING THE

DEATHLY COLD

OF MONTEREY

WINDS,

WE BOTH WAIT

FOR A CHANCE

TO CHILL

WITH LEGS AND

SUNSHINE

THE CHOICE

IS MINE,

JUST A CASUAL

GLANCE

TO SEE

IF BY CHANCE

THE UPPER

NEIGHBOR

IS PEERING

OUT THE WINDOW,

AT THE SECRETIVE

VISIT OF MS. WINSLOW…

AFTER ALL,

WHAT ROMANTIC

SERIES OF DREAMS

ARE TOTALLY

PRIVATE,

WHILE PEEPING

TOM’S

ARE ONLY

INVISIBLE

TO THE NEWBIES

OF SUNBATHING

JUST BEFORE

YOU RELEASE

A SCATHING

SMILE

AND THEY

BACK AWAY

FOR ANOTHER DAY,

 

FOR THIS TIME

OF THE YEAR

IS NOT

WITHOUT FEAR

IT’S THE HALF

WAY

TO EXPOSE THE

PLAYS

OF ROMANTIC

NOODLING,

STRICTLY MENTAL

ALWAYS GENTLE,

THE POSING WITH

A NEWSPAPER

IS ONLY A TREAT

A WAY TO DEFEAT

THE PRIVATE WARMTH

OF THE LONG

BROWN LIMBS

THAT CRAVE THOSE

SUNNY WHIMS

AND A WANDERING

MIND

SWIMMING ALONG

CLOSING THE

EYES

FOR A SNAPPY

SURPRISE,

FOR SURELY

THE SOUL WILL

SPEAK

AS THE BREEZE

BLOWS,

SENDING VISIONS

OF FANCY CLOTHES,

DATES TO COME

AND JOBS TO RUN,

ALL IN THE QUEUE

OF THE FINE ART

IN LIFE,

SNEAKING THROUGH

THE DARKEST

HOURS

TO THE BRIGHTEST

MOMENTS OF

MORNING FLOWERS,

I DREAM OF THINGS

NEVER BEFORE SEEN,

OR MAYBE OLD

BOYFRIENDS

ARE PART OF THAT SCHEME,

WITH EYES

CLOSED

AND MIND POSED,

I RELEASE THE

SAD…

THE BAD

THE PAST,

KNOWING THEY

WILL NEVER

LAST,

FOR TOMORROW’S

SUN

WILL COME

AGAIN,

AND IT WILL

BRING

THE TIME

TO WIN!

©JW WINSLOW 5/1/2022

fish swimming in the ocean

IT’S ONE OF THOSE THINGS
THAT CATCH UP
WITH YOU
HIDDEN AWAY
FROM THE ORDINARY
SWAY
OF LIFE’S METABOLIC
CHANGE,
WHILE DIVING DEEP
IN THE OCEAN
OF CASH
THE STASH
THAT REMAINS
CAN CAUSE
TEARS FOR YOU,
WONDERING
WHERE
AND WHEN
THE NEXT BILL
IS DUE,
SENT WITH SUCH
GRACE
TO A VERY
SPECIAL PLACE
ACROSS THE STREET
WHERE THE MAILBOX
LIVES,
(WE MUST FORGIVE
THE LOCATION
WE SHARE
WITH THE NEIGHBORS,
WHERE SOMEBODY
SAVORS
AND CARES)
WHILE INSIDE
REQUESTS FOR
CASH
LINGER
BETWEEN YOUR FINGERS
AND A GRITTING
OF TEETH,
KNOWING THAT
OPENING
BRINGS NO RELIEF,
IT SEEMS TO GO
BY SO FAST,
BUT CARMA REIGNS
AND ZAPS
THE PRESSURE
BEFORE YOU CAN
OPEN A BILL,
NOW ITS HEADING
UP THE HILL
AGAIN AND AGAIN,
NO WONDER THOSE
FOLKS WHO DALEY
WITH THEIR DOGS
HESTIATE TO RETURN
TO THE MAILBOX BURN,
YOU CAN ALWAYS TELL
WHO IS SUFFERING:
JUST OPEN YOUR EYES
AND WATCH THEM
CRY…

WORSE THAN
EVER,
NOW THERE ARE
MACHINES
POSING AS HUMAN
BEINGS
THAT ENDLESSLY
REMIND US
OF OUR DEBTS
(AND CREDITS),
ALTHOUGH
I BELIEVE
THOSE ORIGINATORS
REALLY KNOW
THE TRUE MEANING
OF THE KARMA LABEL,
IT ZAPS BACK IN TIME
UNDER THE TABLE
SHOVING A PILE
OF WILTED ENVELOPES
AND OLD STAMPS,
READY TO TRAVEL
AGAIN,
WONDERING WHEN
THINGS WILL
CALM DOWN,
WHILE LAUGHING ALL
THE WAY TO THE BANK,
(A DESOLATE TANK
FULL OF SMILING
TELLERS
AND CUTE
OLDER FELLERS)
SAVED FOR THOSE
OF US
WHO PREFER TO
WAIT
(UNTIL THE
LAST DAY
IN ORDER TO PAY)
SO NOW YOU
KNOW
JUST HOW IT GOES,
AND RECOGNIZE
THE MASSIVE
SIGH
RELEASED DURING
OUR CONVERSATION,
IT’S NOT A VACATION
THESE DAYS,
SCRAMBLING
RAMBLING
SHAMBLING
TO THE CHECK BOOK
BLUES,
IT’S SOMETHING
TO USE
FOR THOSE
FADED SWEET
MEMORIES
WHEN WE ARE
OLD AND POOR,
HARDLY RECALLNG
THE CREAKY
BACK DOOR.

©JW WINSLOW 5/1/2022


THEY SAY IT BEGAN
ADVERSE TO THE PLAN
WHEN I ARRIVED
JUST IN TIME
IN A PLAN SO SUBLIME,
MY MOTHER WAS
COVERED
IN RED PUFFY BUMPS
ALL OF A SUDDEN
THEY QUARANTINED
THESE ITCHY OLD LUMPS
BARELY BEFORE
THE GRAND ARRIVAL
OF A BIG SLEEPY GIRL
WHO WAS BENT
ON SURVIVAL,
AND SO IT WENT
I WAS QUICKLY SENT
AWAY FROM MY MOM
TO THE FAMILY HOUSE
WHERE EXPERIENCED
LADIES CRADLED ME,
FED AND CHANGED
AND SANG FOR FREE,
MY AUNTIE AND GRANNY
TAKING CHARGE
OF THE FIRST REAL KID
TO ARRIVE ON A BARGE
OF LOVE AND LAUGHTER,
WHILE MY POOR LITTLE
MOTHER
WAS TEARFUL AND FEARFUL
FOREVER AFTER,
SHE MISSED THE TIME
OF THE CRADLED TOUCH,
THE ONE WHERE A CHILD
LEARNS ABOUT SUCH
WONDERFUL THINGS
LIKE NIPPLES AND RINGS,
NO BREASTFEEDING
ALLOWED
IN THIS FAMOUS CROWD:
I OFTEN WONDER
ABOUT THIS BLUNDER
AND SURMISE
WITH SURPRISE
THAT PERHAPS IT WAS
MEANT TO BE,
ESPECIALLY NOW
THAT I KNOW JUST HOW
MY PATH BEGAN
THAT DAY,
THE YEARS BETWEEN
MY BIRTH
AND DREAM
WERE ALWAYS MEANT
TO SURPRISE,
FOR I FIND THE HOPE
AND FLYING SCOPE
OF MISSIONS
OFTEN UNHEARD,
I CARRY THE
TALENT
FOR VISION
AND WORD
UNDOUBTEDLY
ISSUED BY FAMILY
FOLKS,

THOSE WHO
SUSPEND
THE DIFFERENT
STROKES,
THE REBELS
AND CRAZIES
THE WRITERS
AND CHEFS,
THE WIZARDS WHO
DESIGN
AND THOSE WHO
INCLINE
TO BURY THEIR
LIVES WITH WISHES,
THEY SWIM LIKE
FISHES
AROUND AND
AROUND,
AND NEVER ARRIVE
BY THE LIGHT
OR THE SOUND,
BUT I AWAYS HID
THE SECRETLY
KID, WATCHING
AND WAITING
TO SPEAK AND
BE SEEN,
WHILE OTHERS
WOULD ASK
TO EXPLAIN
MY DREAM,
I SANG
AND I WROTE
AS THE CHILD
OF HOPE,
THAT SOMEONE
WOULD LISTEN
AND NOTICE
MY SKILLS,
IT HAS GIVEN
ME CHILLS
UP TO NOW,
BUT THE GIFT
OF MY FAMILY
WAS THIS:
A SENSE OF
THE PLAN
THAT JUMPED
IN AND RAN,
EXERTING MY
DREAM TO THE
WORDLY MACHINE,
LIKE IT OR NOT
ASSURING MY SHOT
AT THE BIG MILKY WAY
ON A JUDGEMENT DAY,
NOW THAT TIME
HAS COME
AND I DEPART
TO INTRODUCE
A PIECE OF MY ART
TO A WRANGLERS
CROWD
SPEAKING OUT LOUD,
I FIND MY WAY
TO THE
JUDGEMENT DAY…
WHAT MORE
CAN I SAY
BUT TAKE THEM
ALONG
HOPING THEY
JOIN IN A
VERY SWEET SONG!

©JW WINSLOW 3/1/2022


HE SLINKS ALONG
UNDER THE
BUSH
NEVER STOPPING
FOR A SIDEWAYS
GLANCE,
THERE’S NOT MUCH
CHANCE
OF A MEETING,
HE’S FAST
AT DUCKING
THE BIGGEST
BIRDS
THEY HIDE IN WAIT
AND MAKE HIM
SWEAT,
(HE WANTS THEIR
FEATHERS)
BUT DON’T FORGET
THE MINOR
CAUSES
OF MANY CATS
ARE BOUND TO
POUNCE
ON THIS
AND THAT,
SO SOMETIMES
(OFTEN)
I CALL HIM OUT
ON MY MORNING
GARDEN WALK,
I WHISPER
“BLACK KITTY”
AS I MEANDER
AROUND,
CHECKING OUT
THE GRASSES
AND WEEDS
THAT ABOUND,
AND OFTEN
IF NOT
HE IS PERCHED
THERE ABOVE
ON THE HIGEST
BRICK FENCE
AS MY AUDIENCE,
I SMILE TO
SEE HIM
FOR HE REMINDS ME
OF THE FELINES
BEFORE HIM
IN MY HISTORY,
YEARS AND YEARS
OF SLINKY GUYS
WERE MY VERY
HAPPY AND
SOULFUL PRIZE,
AND FINALLY WHEN
THE LAST ONE
VANISHED,
FLYING OFF TO
PAWSLAND
I DECIDED I WAS
THROUGH,

WAY TOO SAD
AND VERY BAD
WERE MEMORIES
OF DEVOTION,
STARTING WHEN
I LIVED ABOVE
THE PACIFIC OCEAN,
SO DURING
THOSE DAYS
I SAT IN THE SUN
STRETCHING OUT
FOR SOME
TANNING FUN,
LOTS OF THOSE
KITTIES
LIVED AT THE COVE,
UNDER THE
COTTAGES
OR IN THE SWEET
GROVES,
BUT THAT
WAS A WARM PLACE
WHERE SUNSHINE
DID LIVE
AND PARTIES
WERE JUST THE
RIGHT THING
TO GIVE…
NOW, IN MY
DANGEROUS
AND WILDEST
DREAMS
COMES THIS
CRAZY BLACK
KITTY
SECRET AND WITTY,
DOUSING MY HEART
WITH THE
QUIET APPROACH,
I KNOW THAT
HE LIKES ME
AND HIDES OUT
TO WAIT
SMILING AS ALWAYS
TO OPEN
THE GATE,
I’LL GIVE HIM
MY HEART
IN A SECOND SWEET
DREAM
IF ONLY HE
WOULD
JUST TASTE UP
THE CREAM,
INSTEAD OF
PAUSING
AND ALWAYS
CAUSING
THAT PANG OF
DELIGHT,
ON BLACK
KITTY
NIGHT!

©JW WINSLOW 2/1/2022


WE WALK BAREFOOT
DESPITE THE COLD
UP THE REC TRAIL
HOT AND BOLD,
THIS IS OUR PLACE
TO CALMLY ERACE
THE WOES OF LIFE
THE PAIN OF STRIFE,
HEREBY HIGHLIGHTING
OUR RECENT STORY
(THE ONE WHERE
EVERYTHING COMES
TO GLORY)
ONLY AFTER A
STRANGLING TIME
OF HARDSHIP
DAYS
OF HUMOR AND RHYME,
NO MATTER WHEN
OR HOW OR WHY
THE JETS SOUND
GREAT
IN THE BIG BLUE SKY,
OFF THEY GO
TO LALA LAND,
WHILE WE WAVE
BYE BYE
AND MAKE OUR STAND,
OFTEN EMPTY
THIS FAMOUS
PLACE
IS A BEACH FOR
THE PURPOSE
OF A FAST EMBRACE,
WASH OFF
THE HEARTBREAK
THE PROBLEMS
OF SURPRISE
ALL OF THOSE
THINGS
THAT MOST LIKELY
ARISE
JUST AT THE
TIME WHEN
YOU NEED
LUCK THE MOST,
IT SEEMS TO
GO SAILING
AWAY UP THE
COAST,
AND OUT COMES
THE IPHONE
DIALED UP
AND READY,
SOME POSING
AND SMILING
WITH A HAND
STRONG
AND STEADY,
POKING
ELOPING
PLAYING WITH DOGS,
TRIPPING ON THINGS
LIKE BIG
WHITE DROWNED
FROGS,

WE COME TO
A STAIRCASE
A FAVORITE OF HIS
WHERE I POSE
AND HE THROWS
THE JOKE
AS IT IS,
I JUMP DOWN
AND RUN
ROUND,
UP ON THE
HILLSIDE
BURY MY FEET
IN THE JUICY
ICE PLANT,
(HE SAYS
I CAN’T)
BUT I CLIMB
AND PEEK
WHILE HE
WILL SEEK
THE RIGHT
HOT ANGLE
TO SMILE AND
TANGLE OUR
DREAM,
SO ALL ALONG
THIS PERSONAL
SONG
WE FIGURE
OUT OUR PLAN,
SO SIMPLE IS
LIFE
WHEN HIDDEN
FROM NO ONE
YOU JUST DISSAPEAR
IN THE FOG
OF UNKNOWN,
LITTLE HOT DOGS
NIPPINGLY MOAN
DYING FOR
SOME ATTENTION…
BUT NOW I WILL
MENTION
IT’S TIME FOR
RETREAT,
WIPE OFF
OUR FEET
AND GO HOME TO EAT…
CONSIDER OUR
LIVES
WHILE
MONTEREY
THRIVES!

©JW WINSLOW 1/1/2022