Blue Velvet Boots

pair of blue velvet boots on a table

LONG AGO
AND FAR AWAY
CAME DELIGHT
RIGHT INTO PLAY:
THE PHOTO
SHOWS THESE
BEAUTIFUL
BOOTS
ALMOST KNEE
HIGH
FAB TO
THE SKY,
PRESSING AGAINST
MY BEST
FASHION ROOTS,
WITH LONG
TRAVEL STRINGS
AND STRONG
HOLY RINGS,
I ROSE UP
TO SHOUT
FORGETTING ABOUT
THE TIMES BEFORE
WHEN I WORE
THESE GUYS
TO SOME GALAS,
(ARRIVING LATE
IS ALWAYS GREAT
AND CLOSER
TO THE DOOR)
WALKING SWEETLY
TO IMPLORE
THE HOTTEST GUYS
WITH SOME SURPRISE
AND SMILES TO
BEAT THE BAND,
THOSE OF YOU
WHO THINK LIKE ME
WILL SURELY
UNDERSTAND:
IT’S WHAT YOU
WEAR
THAT SHOWS
YOU CARE
ENOUGH TO
SMILE SO BRIGHT,
IT TAKES SOME
TIME
TO MEET THE RHYME
WEARING THE
MOST
FROM COAST TO COAST,

AND SO
MY FRIENDS
AND CONFIDENTS
WANTED TO
TOUCH
AND LAUGH SO MUCH
AT THE DANCING
BOOTS
AND FASHION ROOTS,
WITH LONG TANNED
LEGS
AS A SUBSITUTE,
IT TAKES SOME
MERRY
SWEETHEART FAIRY
ACTIONS TO CONFIRM
THE FUN YOU
GET
FROM OPPOSITES
WHILE DANCING
ON THE FLOOR,
AND YOU CAN BET
THESE SWEET
HOT BABIES
HELD THEIR OWN,
NEVER HURTING
MAKING GROANS,
FOR ONLY THE
MASTERS
OF THE SHOE
ARE REALLY AWARE
OF ME
AND YOU,
WHEN DESIGNING
THE EVENING
FOR DANCING
AND LEADING,
FINDING SUCH
LOVE
IN THE BLUE
VELVET DOVE,
AND FLYING
ACROSS THE
ROOM
WHEN ITS TIME
TO GO
REALLY KNOWING
THAT LOTS
OF SMILES
AND ROMANCE
ARE SHOWING
WHEN THOSE BLUE
VELVET BABIES
COME HOME
WITH ME,
IT’S ALWAYS
A FABULOUS MYSTERY…
A BOUNTYFUL PART
OF MY HISTORY!

©JW WINSLOW 2/1/2023

Peter’s Gate

woman standing in front of a gate

WE ENTER
PETER’S GATE
BY WAY OF THANKS
OF TWO HUGE
WOODEN PLANKS
NAILED TOGETHER
MANY MOONS AGO,
WITH STRONG PRIVATE
ARMS AND A SMILE
(OR SO)…
AND BUILT
TO ESCHEW
UNWANTED
VISITORS
IT SEEMS,
QUIETLY
LYING
IN BEAUTIFUL
DREAMS
ON A
LOVELY OLD
ROAD
AND HOUSES
POSTED
ON LANQUID
LOTS
WITH GREENERY
AMISDT
THE SCENERY
AND ROSES
IN POTS,
THE PURPOSE
OF VISITING
BECOMES
VERY CLEAR
DURING A SEASON
OF BEAUTY
AND CHEER:
THESE ABODES
HAVE SETTLED
INTO THEIR PLACE
QUITE LONG
AGO
AND HARD
TO ERASE
ANY KIND OF
NEW STUFF,
PREFERING
THE OLDEN
LOOK,
LIKE ONE FOR
A DICKENS BOOK,
AND SOON
I STAND
BY A LOVELY
HEDGE
WITH A SMILE
FOR THE CAMERA
AND A CERTAIN
PLEDGE
BECAUSE IT’S
NEAR CHRISTMAS
AND WE ARE
AMAZED
AT THE BALMY
SOFT BREEZES
ON A SUNNY
PAGE,
HOPPING INTO
THE BIG WHITE
VAN
IT DRIVES US
ALL OVER
BECAUSE IT CAN,
WITH SIGNS
ON THE SIDE
INFERRING THE
PRIDE
OF TWO
HAPPY GUESTS
ON A BIG
CAMERA QUEST:
THE FANS LOVE
TO SEE
WHO IS SMILING
WITH GLEE,
IT’S PART OF
THE ART
OF A NOTED
BOOKWRITER,
THE CHOICES
OF OTHERS

IGNIGHTED/
DELIGHTED
WONDERING
WHEN
THE ADVENTURE
CONTINUES
BETWEEN
THE PAGES
AND BIG SUR
CENTURES
FEATURE
SCOUNDRELS
AND RAGES,
OR IS IT REAL
THIS CRAZY
TALE
A WOMAN’S
ADVENTURE
BEYOND
THE PALE,
WHILE LITTLE
RED FOOTSTEPS
APPROACH
A PILE
OF OLDER
DÉCOR
WITH A
SUBTLE SMILE,
“OH BOY”
SAYS SHE
“WHAT A MYSTERY
AND JUST
WHAT WE NEED
TO SNAZZ UP
OUR CHRISTMAS
SOME RED AND GREEN…
SHINY BRIGHT
AND CLEAN
READY TO TRAVEL
UNWRAVLING
THE SCENE”,
SHE POSES
HE SHOOTS,
SHE SMILES
HE LAUGHS
IT’S ALWAYS
MORE FUN
IN THE PHOTOGRAPHS
AND SURELY
YOU KNOW
THIS KIND OF THING
IS ALWAYS
SOME JOY
AND MEANT
FOR A KING,
SLOWLY
MEANDERING
UP THE HILL
WAITING A BIT
FOR THE SEASONAL
THRILL
IN A PLACE
WHERE WE NOTE
NOT A FACE
OR A VOTE,
THEY ALL MUST
BE GONE
TO SING
SANTA’S SONG
WITH THE FOLKS
IN REMOTE,
WHILE WE
MAKE OUR WAY
HAPPILY LAUGHING
ON THIS SHINY PLAY,
ONE THAT REMINDS
US
OF EARLIER DAYS,
WHEN WE
WERE YOUNG
AND THE ORNAMENTS
HUNG,
PEEKING AT GIFTS
WAITING IN
AWE
FOR THE PROMISED
DELIVERY
OF SMILES
AND DELIGHT,
COMING UP SOON
ON THE SWEET
CHRISTMAS NIGHT!

©JW WINSLOW 1/1/2023

Angel for Hire

closeup of a blue human eye<

SHE WILL HELP
ME ALONG
THE SHADIEST WAY
CALMLY UNITING
THE NIGHT
AND THE DAY,
THE WORLD IS
SO DENSE
AND FULL OF
PRETENSE
WITH SCARY STRANGE
TYPES
FULL OF ANGER
AND HYPES,
EVERYONE KNOWS
WHERE YOU COME
AND YOU GO,
ALONG WITH
YOUR AGE
IN A LONG
LETTERED PAGE,
IT MAKES ME
WONDER
IF A SLIGHT SILLY
BLUNDER
IS DANGEROUS
ENOUGH
TO MAKE THINGS
SO TOUGH,
FOR EACH OF
US IS COVERED
BY SECURITY:
DISCOVERED
WHEN WRITING
A CHECK
OR A PHONE CALL
RESPECT,
HOW DO THEY
KNOW
EVERY MOVE
AND SOFT BLOW,
FOR EVERYONE
SHARES
BUT NOBODY
CARES:
THE HUMAN
EXISTENCE
IS PART OF THE
SENTENCE
OF DAILY LIFE
NO SECRETS
ALLOWED
WE ARE PART
OF THE CROWD
DANGLING BY A
HAIR
SO MIND YOU
BEWARE:
WHEN DIGGING
INTO
THE DIVES OF
WHAT’S DUE
A DISCOVERY
OF WORLDS
UNKNOWN
WILL BE THERE,

WAYS TO MOVE
MONEY
AND FLOWERS
AND HONEY,
WAITING A MOMENT
FOR JUST THE
RIGHT TIME
TO POUNCE AND
REVEAL
THE PROFITS
OF RYHME,
THE LADY YOU
CALL
TO REVEAL A
BALANCE
KNOWS EVERYTHING
YOU’VE DONE,
MORNING TO NIGHT
QUIETLY HUNG,
IT’S OBVIOUS THEY
SEE
MORE THAN
WE DO
WITH SPARKY
BRIGHT MINDS
AND HOT
DANCING SHOES,
ALWAYS ARRANGING
THE BLACKS
AND THE BLUES:
CAN YOU SEND
IT WITH ZELLE
OR MAYBE A CHECK
WILL YOU MAKE
A MISTAKE
OR DANCE
TO THE WRECK
OF PRIVACY
AND MODESTY,
PRETENDING
TO GET IT
ALONG WITH
THE CREDIT…
WHILE TIMELY
CONFUSED
ON WHAT
HAS BEEN USED,
AND HOW MUCH
MUCH MORE
WILL EVEN
THE SCORE,
THE SECRET
OF CODES
YOUR BANK
AND ABODE,
LOCKED UP
ALONE,
RIGHT UNDER
YOUR THRONE,
SO GIFTS OF
PRIVACY
ARE GONE
TO THE BONE,
AND BUYER BEWARE
NOBODY CARES
EXCEPT YOU AND ME
WILL WE EVER
BE FREE?

©JW WINSLOW 12/1/2022

The Blue Coach

Light Blue Purse

A MAGICAL MIRACLE
JUST OCCURRED,
LEADING A PATH
TO THE WRITTEN
WORD:
AS THE ARTIST
INSPIRED
IS WOUND UP
AND WIRED
THE HOLDING PLACE
CONTINUES
THE RACE:
WHERE DO I
KEEP MY MONEY,
THAT LOVELY
STUFF
THAT REMINDS ME
OF HONEY,
LOOKING AT THE
WELLWORN
OLDER BORN
BLACK DYNAMITE,
GIVEN BY
A RICH MAN
FOR KEEPING THINGS
BRIGHT,
THE DAY FINALLY
CAME
WHEN NOTHING
ELSE FIT:
THE WALLET WAS
STUFFED
WITH OUTWISE
REMIT:
I COULDN’T FIND
THIS…
I COULDN’T FIND
THAT,
WITH SHINY BLACK
LEATHER ALL
WILDLY WORN OUT,
IT WAS TIME FOR A
NEW BAG,
BOTH LIMBER
AND FREE TAG,
WITH PLENTY
OF ROOM
FOR THE OWNER
TO BLOOM
ANNOUNCING HER
APPROVAL,
AND SO BEGAN
REMOVAL
OF CREDIT CARDS
AND BUSINESS BARDS
COVERING MANY
UNBEATABLE
YARDS
LIMP AND OLD
OR IN THE
FOLD,
WHO COULD MAKE
ANY SENSE OF THAT…
I TOOK THE LEAP
AND CLEANED
IT OUT,
THE SHINY LEATHER
HAD COME ABOUT,
AND SOON THERE
WAS THE TREASURE:
A BUNCH OF COOL STUFF
TO MEASURE,

NOW THE
QUESTION BECAME
A SWEET THRILL
FOR THE BRAIN,
SEARCHING
THE ROARING WILD
MENTAL TRAIN
FOR A NEW PLACE
TO CARRY MY
SECRETS,
MY CASH
THE STASH
AND SOME
MANY ODDS
AND ENDS,
I MUST PRETEND
TO HAVE A
LANDING SPOT
WHILE SUDDENLY
THE HOT BRAIN
LOCATED A LIGHT
BURNING BRIGHT
AND THE BLUE COACH
APPEARED,
WILDLY WEIRD
AFTER YEARS OF
WAITING
TO HOLD MY
FORTUNE
SUDDENLY IT WAS
THERE,
HIDING BESIDE
AN OLD ANTIQUE
CHAIR,
WRAPPED IN SOME
FLORAL
AND LOVELY PAPER:
A GIFT FROM THE
SANTAS
OF FAR AWAY
JUST WAITING
FOR A BOOTY CHANCE
TO SHOW IT’S STUFF
IN A BRIGHT BLUE
DANCE,
I CRAWLED
UNDERNEATH
THE ANCIENT
CHEST
AND THERE
WASTHE BLUE COACH,
AWAYS THE BEST:
LOTS OF POCKETS
AND A MONEY PLACE
ZIPPED UP IN ORDER
TO MAKE SOME SPACE,
HOW VERY EASTERN
AND SAVVY,
LOVELY AND USEFUL,
PERFECT IN TIME
FOR MY DARKEST
ADVANCES,
I STUFFED IT
WITH PAPERS
AND CARDS
AND ROMANCES,
LEAVING ONE
LAST SHADE OF
THE WEST:
THE SURF STORE
STICKER
WHICH MADE IT
MUCH SLICKER,
AND REALLY MINE…
AH, HOW DIVINE,
BUT EACH TIME
I OPEN IT
THE FACES SHINE
THROUGH
SMILING IN
ACTION
ABOUT MY
LEATHER BLUE!

©JW WINSLOW 11/1/2022

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