TONITE
IN THE SIGHT
OF THE STRAWBERRY MOON
I WILL MAKE A
WISH AND
PROBABLY SWOON,
FOR HOURS OF HAPPINESS
FINALLY
HAVE COME,
MAYBE THE
GLOOMY
DAYS
ARE ALL DONE,
THE LAST
BREATH
OF SPRING
BECAME SUCH
A THING,
FULL OF GOLF
BALLS AND
LANDSLIDES
AND EMPTY
OLD SPACES
WITHOUT
ANY TRACES
OF FRIENDSHIP
AND LOVE,
IT ALL SEEMED
TO VANISH
INTO THIN AIR
LEAVING A
MANNISH
AND SALTY
DESPAIR,
MY EYES
BECAME SICK
ALONG WITH
THE TRICK
OF WAITING
AND MOPING
AND ALWAYS
JUST HOPING
TO GET BACK
MY SHOW,
OH, WHERE
DID IT GO,
THEY MOVED
AND THEY
STORED
AND FINALLY
JUST SNORED
AWAY FROM
THE GLOOM
THEY LEFT
IN THE ROOM,
NO CAMERAS
NO PEOPLE
NO CHURCHBELLS
NO STEEPLE,
MY HOUSE
CAME UP EMPTY
AND I WAS SO
TEMPTED

TO DITCH IT
FORGET IT
JUST DOWN
AND GRIT IT,
IT SEEMED LIKE
FOREVER
THE DAYS
AND THE NIGHTS
CREEPING AROUND
IN A DISMAL
OLD PLIGHT,
BUT FINALLY
NEWS
OF A SWEET
NEW EVENT
CHARTERED ME
HOME
FOR THE LOVE
AND THE SCENT
OF A FULL
STRAWBERRY MOON
THE ONE
WHERE YOU SWOON,
YOU DANCE
AND YOU WAIL
AND RISE FROM
THE FRAIL IMPOSSIBLE
WENCH
WHO SAT ON
THE BENCH,
LICKING HER
WOUNDS,
WHAT A TERRIBLE
JUNE,
BUT ONLY TO
END
WITH A NIGHT
OF PURE LOVE,
THE GODDESS
OF GOODNESS
HAS MAGICALLY
COME,
SHE FINALLY
LOVES ME
FOR GOOD
ONCE AGAIN,
IT’S THE
STRAWBERRY MOON
COME TO
TAKE ME…
BEGIN!

©JW WINSLOW 7/1/19


YOU MAY HAVE GUESSED
WITH TRUE
ASSUMPTIVE
WIT,
THE BUMPTIVE
STATE OF
MY PAINFUL
SNIT
ALLOWING
FOR THE TEARS
THAT COME
ALONG
WITH
GHOULISH
FEARS
JUMPING
UP AFTER ALL
THESE YEARS,
THE MAD HATTER
OF PAIN
AND THUNDER
AND RAIN
JUMPED THE
FENCE ON ME
IT HAPPENED
YOU SEE
WITH SUCH A
CRUEL WHACK,
I HAD NO TIME
TO PAY IT
BACK,
AND NEVER
HAVING BEEN
AWARE
OF PINKEYE
FEVER
OR THE SCARE
OF BRIGHT
RED EYES
AND A NASTY
SURPRISE
THAT COMES
TO VISIT
AND SPENDS
MUCH TIME
IN PAINFUL
PRESENCE
AND TERRIBLE
CRIME,
YOU AWAKEN
ONE MORNING
WITH HAPPY
SWEET THOUGHTS
THE USUAL
SUNSHINE
AND PLANS,
ONLY TO HALT
WITH A SHARP
SLICK RAM
CUTTING INTO
THE PRECIOUS
WHITE BALL
THAT HELPS
YOU TO SEE
AND DANCE
AND CRAWL,
YOU BLINK
AND YOU THINK
WHAT HAVE
I DONE,
DID I GET
SOMETHING
IN THERE
WHILE
HAVING
SOME FUN,

WHY AM I
CRYING
TEARS OF
SURPRISE
LOOKING
ASCANSE
AT THE MESS
OF MY EYES,
IT COMES
ON SO FAST
THAT YOU
THINK IT
WON’T LAST
BUT THAT
IS REALLY
NOT TRUE,
A TRIP TO
THE DOC
AND IMMEDIATE
SHOCK
PROVIDES
ALL YOU NEED,
ASSURING
THEM ALL
THAT YOU
TRULY
WILL HEED
INSTRUCTIONS
AND CARE,
SO PLEASE JUST
BEWARE,
DO AS YOU’RE
TOLD
OR THE RESULTS
WILL BE
SOMETHING
AWFUL AND BOLD
AND SO
YOU BECOME
A TENDER
SWEET THING,
TREATING YOUR
EYES
WITH THE DROPS
AND THE RINGS,
TAKING IT
EASY,
FIGHTING THE
QUEASY
THOUGHT
THAT MAYBE
YOU’RE STUCK
WITH THIS
TERRIBLE
FRAUGHT,
THE LESSON
IS SIMPLE
AND I’M HERE
TO TELL,
FOLLOW DIRECTIONS
AND STAY
OUT OF HELL,
GAZE AT YOUR
LOVELY
AND FORMER
CLEAR EYES
WAITING FOR
THE BEAUTY
OF A NATURAL
PRIZE,
FOR ONCE
THEY RETURN
FROM THE
SLASH AND
THE BURN,
YOU WILL NEVER
AGAIN
TAKE THEM
FOR GRANTED,
ROUNDED OR
SLANTED,
A WORD OF
CAUTION WILL
LIE HERE IN WAIT,
TREAT THOSE
BRIGHT ORBS
WITH PATIENCE
AND LOVE,
FLYING
UP HIGH
LIKE THE
OPTICAL DOVE!

©JW WINSLOW 6/1/19


WE WAITED
FOR THE RAIN
TO STOP
FOR SPRING
TO SHOW
HER FACE,
IMPORTANT
THINGS
THAT MUST
OCCUR
WITHIN
THE SWEET
EMBRACE
OF CAMERA EYE
AND BRILLIANT
SKY
WITH SEXY
CLOUDS
THAT DANCE
ON BY,
HE LOVES
THE SHORE
MY SHOOTER MAN
THE GREEN
AND SWEET SOFT
GRASS,
BUT MOST OF ALL
THE OCEAN BLUE
THE WAVES
THE ROCKS
THE FRAGRANT
VIEW,
AND SO WE
MET AND
KEPT OUR
MARK,
CLOSE TO THE
EDGE OF A
VERDANT PARK
WHERE TREES
OF YEARS
STAND AT THE
READY
AND SMILES
COME SOFT
AND EASY,
STEADY,
I BROUGHT MY
BAG
WITH LOTS OF
COATS
SILLY FROCKS
AND POLKA DOT
SLOPES,
THE HOT PINK
ARMANI
THE VIBRANT
LYNX
WHILE I
WAS DRESSED
AS THE
BLACK LADY
SPHINX,
AND SOON
HIS CAMERA
WAS IN PLACE,
THE AREA
SHADOWED
ABOVE MY FACE,
AND HE BEGAN
TO WHISPER
NOTES
(ALL TOO SILLY)
ABOUT MY COATS,

“RAISE YOUR
ARMS,
TURN THE
HEAD…
JUST A TAD”
IN PERFECT STEAD,
THE JOY OF
SHARING
THE SOUL INSIDE
IS THE CHANCE
TO GO
WHERE YOU
CANNOT HIDE,
SURROUNDED
BY TWO LOVELY
MEN,
ONE THOUSAND
TOURISTS
AN OCCASIONAL
WREN,
BUT THE
BIG SECRET
TO SUCCESS
REVEALS ITSELF
WITH SUCH
APPEAL,
(DESPITE THE
WAY YOU THINK
YOU LOOK,
HE MAKES
YOU LAUGH
LIKE A
WILD ASS
CROOK)
A SEXY SLINKY
MADAME LADY
IN SOMETHING
DARK AND

VERY SHADY,
AND THEN WE
CRAWLED
OVER THE
ROCKS, AND
CLAMBERED
OVER THE SAND
TO A SPOT WITH
A NICHE
WHERE HE
MADE HIS PITCH
FOR THE FINAL
COOLEST BRAND,
I STOOD WITH
MY FLASHY
SMASHING JACKET
AND LEGS IN A
FULL LENGTH POSE
WHILE THE SEAGULLS
SWOOPED AND
THE TOURISTS
WHOOPED,
THEY LOVE TO
CATCH THE
STROBES
AND WATCH
YOU SMILE
A BRILLIANT
WAY,
THEN
YOU’RE
FINISHED
FOR JUST NOW,
WRAP IT UP
AND TAKE
YOUR BOW,
AND WAIT TO
SEE
THE MAGIC
SHOTS,
THE PUREST
MEASURES
AND SWEETEST
SPOTS:
THE VISIONS OF
MY INNER PLOTS…

©JW WINSLOW 4/1/19


THE COPPER
TOP
WILL STEAL
YOUR SOUL
WITH LINES
AND WHEELS
AND FULL
CONTROL,
SHINING
BRIGHT
OUT THERE
TODAY
WAITING
FOR THE
TIME TO PLAY,
FIRE UP
AND ROLL
IT OUT,
LET THE
SALMON
SIZZLE,
WE HAVE
OPENED
UP THE TOP
TO VIEW
THE CROP
OF BRAND
NEW
STEEL
HOUSE
GRISSEL,
IT WAS
QUITE
SUDDEN
THIS BRIGHT
ARRIVAL,
COMING ON
OUR TRUE
SURVIVAL
OF ONE GREAT
SMOKY
HOKEY
NIGHT,
WHERE THINGS
WENT
WRONG
INSTEAD
OF RIGHT,
THE BIG
OLD
BLACK GUY
RUMBLING
ON,
MAKING
FLAMES
INSTEAD
OF SONG,
WHEN THINGS
GOT
OUT OF HAND,
AND LUCKILY
SOMEONE
WAS THERE
TO JUMP AND
TAKE A STAND,
SO SOON
THE PATIO
WAS BARE
BUT NOT
FOR LONG
BECAUSE
ALONG
CAME A
DELIVERY MAN
WITH A BIG
NEW BOX
AND CUTE
GREEN SOX,
AND THEN
THE FUN BEGAN:

ALL AT ONCE
THE PARTS
LINED UP,
WHEELS
AND STEEL
AND RUBBER
LOCKS,
GRILLS AND
FRILLS
AND FANCY
PLANS
TO HOLD THE
ASHES
WHEN THEY CAN,
SO NOW YOU’VE
GUESSED
HOW WE
OBSESSED
UPON THE
FINAL STROKE,
A BEAUTIFUL
TOPPER
ALL ROUND
AND SMOOTH
WITH FABULOUS
COPPER,
SHINING
IN THE
AFTERNOON
BOUNCING
AROUND
DESPITE
THE GLOOM,
IT WAS ALL
A BIG SURPRISE
MENDING FENCES
BEFORE MY EYES,
JUST REMINDING
ALL OF YOU
WHO
BELIEVE
THIS TYPE
OF THING
COMES TRUE,
ALL YOU NEED
IS A CREDIT
CARD,
A SMILING
FACE AND SOME
GOOD REGARD,
PATIENCE HELPS
WITH A FEW
FINE TOOLS,
READ THE
SIMPLE
HELPFUL RULES,
POP THE
LITTLE OPENING
PLACE AND
TURN THE WHEEL,
THE FIRE
COMES ON
TO CLOSE THE
DEAL,
LOTS OF
WONDERFUL
CURB APPEAL,
LIFE IS
GOOD
FOR THE
SPINNING
WHEEL!

©JW WINSLOW 4/1/19


ONE NOTE
ONE VOICE
THE WIND BLOWS
IN MY EARS,
WHILE DRAMA
PASSES
THROUGH
THE BRAIN
IT CATCHES
ALL THOSE YEARS,
THE ONES WHERE
TIMES WERE
BRAVE AND COOL,
AND MAYBE
EVEN
SUNDAY SCHOOL,
AND IN BETWEEN
THE PHOTO SHOTS
THE MEMORIES
DOWN
THE COMPLEX PLOTS
THE YEARNING
GROWS
FROM FAR
WITHIN,
THE SPIRIT
OF A SONG
THE WAY YOU
FEEL
AS MORNING BREAKS
AND GOD HAS
COME ALONG,
WHEN FINALLY
WE SEE THE SUN
APPEAR AS IF
A DREAM
ITS BEEN SO
LONG
SINCE HEAVEN
SENT
SOME KIND OF
MAKEUP SCHEME,
BUT ONCE MY
TOES HIT
SMOOTH
WET SAND
AND THE LIGHT
PLAYS ON
MY FACE,
IT’S ONLY JUST
A MOMENT’S TIME
BEFORE I WILL
EMBRACE
THE EERIE TONES
THE WAILING SOUNDS
THE WORDS THAT
RISE UP FROM
THE GROUNDS,
AND I AM OFF
AND RUNNING,
CUTTING CORDS
AND SLASHING
SWORDS
ACROSS THE
ICY WAVES,

MY THEMES
BEGIN
THEIR PLAYLIST
DREAMS
WHILE I WILL
LEARN TO
DANCE,
THE RHYTHM
GOES A STEADY
BEAT
MAKING TIME
FOR MY FEET
TO FIND A SHELL
OR TWO,
AND SING THE
WORDS
BLAZING
ACROSS THE
SKIES
LIKE
SOARING BIRDS,
I HEAR THOSE
VOICES
LOUD AND CLEAR
THE ONES
THAT DROVE ME
TO THE BRINK
THAT SCANDALIZED
AND MADE ME THINK,
WITH TEARS
RELEASED
THAT NEVER CEASE,
BUT NOT AT
SORROWS DOOR,
YET INSTEAD
WITHIN MY HEAD
THE EAGLES COME
TO SOAR,
ROLLING BACK
FROM ONE EYED
JACKS
AND BANJOS
FULL GALORE,
AND DESPERADO
SITS UPON MY
SHOULDER,
ALWAYS WILD
AND SOMEWHAT
BOLDER,
REMINDING ME
TO HIGH DEGREE
THAT TIME’S A
FLYIN’ BY,
LOOK WITHIN
AND PLAY
TO WIN,
BEFORE YOU
SAY GOODBYE,
REALIZE THE
SECRET HOPES
HELD WITHIN
YOUR DREAMS,
THE LONELY DAYS
OF YESTERYEAR
DISSOLVE WITHIN
THE STREAMS
LEAVING ONLY
SWEET GOODBYES,
AIN’T IT TRUE
HOW TIME
DOES FLY…

©JW WINSLOW 3/1/19


IT TAKES
A REALLY
GOOD
GROOVE
TO OVERCOME
THE ROADBLOCKS
YEAH,
WE ALL
KNOW,
BUT CAN
YOU
SHOW ME
THE LIGHT,
THE FINEST
VERSION
OF
THE SOUL
FLIGHT,
I AM
CHALLENGED
BEYOND
BELIEF
IN THIS
NEWLY
BORN
YEAR,
ALREADY
THE SCREAMING
FEARS
OF FAILURE
SLIP
UNDER THE
DOOR,
POOR ME:
ALL THOSE
PROMISES
THE DREAMS
OF CONSUMATION
HIGH ELATION
BETTER
STATIONS
COMING TO
PASS,
AND YET
WHEN I BEGIN
TO RELAX
THERE IS
THE BOOM
COMING INTO THE
ROOM,
CHASING ME
DOWN THE
STAIRS
AND OUT
THE WINDOW
TO A RAINY
BLAST OF
SORROW,

GO BABY
GIRL,
COME BACK
TOMORROW
AND THAT
SAME OLD
PANG
TRIES TO
SCALE THE
LOFTY PEAKS
THAT ONCE
LAID ME
ASIDE,
NO PLACE
TO HIDE
BUT NOW
I AM AWARE,
I’VE LEARNED
I LOVE
I CARE,
AND YOU
ARE THE
SWEET
RECIPIENT
OF TENDER
DREAMS,
FOR THAT
IS REALLY
ALL WE HAVE
EACH DAY,
TWENTY
FOUR
HOURS
OF BRILLIANCE
COMING
TO AN END
IN MY NEW
SOFT BED,
A HAPPY GIFT OF
CHRISTMAS
INSTEAD,
LIGHTING
THE PATH
FOR A
FINE TOMORROW,
I COUNT
THE TIME
AND PLACES
I CHERISH
EACH DAY,
IN THE FRESH
AIR OF MORNING,
ALWAYS
A NEW BIRD
ON THE WING,
SO I ASK YOU
TO SING
THE SONG
WITH ME,
THE ONE
THAT SEALS
OUR
DESTINY,
TAKE A
BREATH
AND JUST
BE FREE…

©JW WINSLOW 2/1/19

I KEEP YOU
IN A SPECIAL PLACE
RESERVED
FOR THE FIRST
MORNING SONG
AND THE LAST
SOARING
NOTE
THAT COMES
IN THE EVENING
WHEN SECRET
DREAMS
OCCUR
OF WHO YOU
ARE
AND WHERE
WE WERE,
ONCE IN A
DREAM
LONG AGO
THAT HAS
TRAVELED THE
YEARS
TO DIFFERENT
STOPS ON A
JOURNEY
THAT NEVER
ENDS,
GOING
FROM BEND
TO BEND
SOMETIMES
SCREECHING
TO A HALT
WITH PAINFUL
NOTES
YOU RAIL
AT ME FOR
MY HESITATION,
BUT I HAVE
MY REASONS
THE SEASONS
OF MY HEART
DEMAND
ATTENTION,
THAT WHICH
YOU CANNOT
GIVE,
FOR YOU
LIVE
IN ANOTHER
WORLD,
LEAVING ONLY
ONE LINK
OF MUSICAL
MAGIC
BETWEEN US,
AND THIS
MORNING
WHILE I
LISTEN
SECRETLY
QUIETLY
JOYFULLY
IN AWE
OF YOUR
ENDLESS
TALENT
FOR THE SOUNDTRACK
OF THE WORLD,

WE RIDE
ON SEPARATE
TRACKS
TO THE
SAME DESTINATION,
MANIFESTING
THE DREAM
OF CREATION
OF REACHING
OUR MARK,
CARRYING
THE LOAD
OF SORROW
AND PAIN
WHILE OTHERS
BELIEVE
WE HAVE
PERFECT LIVES,
IT BELONGS
IN A PRIVATE
PLACE,
THIS SPACE
WE SHARE
THE MAGICAL
MOMENTS
WHERE THE
THEMES
OF OUR LIVES
COME
TOGETHER,
AND WHAT IS
YET TO COME
IS THE BEST
PART,
IT WILL BE
A SPACE
WHERE
WE START
TO CREATE
THINGS
TYING UP
THE STRINGS
THAT CONNECT
OUR LIVES
FINALLY OUT
THERE FOR
ALL TO SEE,
JUST
YOU
AND
ME…

©JW WINSLOW 1/1/19


SUNDAY DINNER
CLEANING DAY
SITTING DOWN
WHEN TO OUR DISMAY
WHILE LIGHTING
THE CANDLES
THERE CAME SUCH
A POOF
OUTSIDE THE HOUSE
NEAR THE FAR ROOFS
IT SOUNDED LIKE POPPING
OR MAYBE LIKE CRACKLING
REGARDLESS OF ALL
SOMETHING WAS LACKING,
WE LOOKED AT EACH OTHER
AND SAID “WHAT WAS THAT”,
WHILE SUDDENLY NOTING
THE DARKNESS WAS
FLOATING
INTO THE ROOM,
AND THEN THE GLOOM
PREVAILED,
THE DEVIL WAS
SMILING
AND VERY BEGUILING
PULLING THE PLUG
AND SLIDING THE RUG
FROM UNDER OUR TOES,
WE SHOOK OUR HEADS,
WHILE NIBBLING
QUIETLY
FROM OUR SUPPER
PLATES,
THERE WASN’T A
REASON
FOR US TO WAIT,
I SENT HIM DOWN
STAIRS
TO FETCH
THE BIG LANTERN
HE HAD SCOFFED AT
ME FOR GIVING ONE DAY,
BUT NOW WOULD
BE PERFECT
FOR FINDING HIS
WAY,
IT APPEARED WE
WERE SUNK
IN A DIM
TIMELESS FUNK
WHILE THE TRUCKS
MADE THEIR
WAY UP THE HILL,
THEY RUMBLED
ON PAST
IN A QUIET
WAY,
SOLEMN
AND KNOWING
THEY WERE IN
FOR A STAY,

WHILE THE STARS
CAME OUT
AND TWINKLED AWAY,
“NO POLDARK TONITE”
HE SAID RATHER SADLY
WE BOTH HAD INCLUDED
THE PBS DREAM,
BUT SOMEHOW IT WASN’T
MEANT FOR THIS SCHEME,
SO I TOOK A BATH
AND HE TOOK A WALK
SNEAKING UP DARK STREETS
AND NOTING
THE TALK,
BUT BATTERIES
WORK
AND CANDLES
WILL LIGHT
AND MAYBE
WE’LL SURVIVE
THE REST OF
THE NIGHT,
EACH IN OUR
OWN LITTLE BED,
DREAMING OF
SUGAR PLUMS
THAT DANCE
IN OUR HEADS,
FOR SURELY
THIS DARKNESS
IS SOME KIND
OF SIGN,
A WAY TO BE
STRONG
AND SURELY
BELONG TO
A BRAVE NEW
STORY
A PART OF
OUR FAIRY TALE
AND STEAFAST
IN GLORY,
I WRITE THIS
LAST PART
FROM A PLACE
IN MY HEART
HAVING SURVIVED
BEING ALIVE
READY TO VIEW
A SHOWTIME REDUX,
WE DID MAKE
IT THROUGH…
HOW ABOUT YOU?

©JW WINSLOW 12/1/18

Little Bear

HE LOOKED AT ME
AND SAID I WAS CLEAR:
CLEAR AS A BELL
ALMOST INCANDESCENT
HE SAW TRANSPARENT
THROUGH MY BODY
TO THE SPIRIT
HOVERING INSIDE
I HAD NO
PLACE TO HIDE
AND IT WAS GOOD
TO BE UNMASKED
THERE IN THE BRIGHTEST
OF LIGHTS
WITH OTHER LOVING
MINDS WATCHING,
IT WAS NOT A DREAM
BUT SUCH A SURPRISE
AFTER THE LONG
SIEGE OF PAINFUL
EVENTS,
MIXED IN WITH JOY
AND THE OPEN ROAD
IN FRONT
LAID OUT AHEAD,
I HAD PRAYED AND
WISHED THE
NIGHT BEFORE
TO BE VERY OPEN
AND JOYFUL,
TO WELCOME HIM
TO MY STAGE
THE WAY FOR HIS
TALE OF THE
ESSALEN NATION
TO BE FORTHRIGHT
AND OUT FRONT,
TO CONNECT MY
BOOKS
TO THE PASSION
OF TRUTH
THAT LIES
WITHIN A LEADER
WITH HIS BIG
ROUND DRUM,
SINGING
ACAPELLA
FEARLESSLY
ON TV,
PROUD TO
RANK THE EMOTIONS
OF HIS TRUTH
OVER THE AIRWAVES
AND INTO THE
HEARTS OF
VIEWERS
WHO NORMALLY
SEE THE ART
OF THE NEWBIE,
OR SOMEWHAT
OF A COMEDY,

BUT NO,
THIS MAN
WAS ON A MISSION,
AND LATER,
AFTER THE SHOW,
HE BLESSED ME
WITH A LARGE
BEAUTIFUL
EAGLE FEATHER,
QUIETLY TURNING
THE SET INTO
A PLACE
OF PRAISE,
HE COVERED MY
BODY WITH THE
LIGHT TOUCH AND
SOFT AIMING
AT THE SKY,
FOR THAT IS
WHERE THE
EAGLE SOARS
AND FINDS
HER WAY…
AND WHEN
HE SAID GOODBYE
THERE WAS
A SMILE THAT
TOLD ME
HE COULD SEE
RIGHT THROUGH
MY BODY
TO THE SOURCE
OF THE ENERGY
THAT SPEAKS
ONLY IN MY PRIVATE
PLACE,
THERE IS
HOPE
FOR ALL OF US,
IN THAT ONE
MOMENT,
I KNEW
IT WOULD
BE RESOLVED,
THIS COMPLICATED
LIFE
STREWN FORWARD
TO THE
PLACE OF
CLOUDS AND
DREAMS,
I MUST
BELIEVE
AND SO
CONCEIVE
THE LIGHT…

©JW WINSLOW 11/1/18

IT WAS THE FIRST THING
I SAW,
ARRIVING TO INSPECT
A DOUBTFUL NEW PAD
THE LUCK OF THE DRAW,
‘TWAS WILD TERRITORY,
NOT MY USUAL STOMPING
GROUND
BUT THE TREES THAT
ABOUND
KNOCKED
MY SOX OFF,
AND WHEN I SNUCK
IN TO PEEK AT THIS
OLD HOUSE
THE SURPRISE
WAS A SIGHT
FOR SORE EYES:
A SMALL COOL ROOM
BELOW THE REST
TUCKED AWAY
LIKE A SCAVENGER
VEST,
WITH LIGHTS AND
SHELVES
AND A COOL LITTLE DESK,
WHILE IN THE CORNER
BEHIND A DOOR
WAS A BRAND NEW
TOILET
TO EVEN THE SCORE,
SOMEBODY PLANNED
THIS SWEET SECRET
ROOM
A PLACE FOR
A SOUL
TO GATHER
AND BLOOM,
BUT MOST OF
ALL TO HIDE AWAY
AND GET SOME
PEACE FROM
THE WORDLY FRAY,
WHILE ALL THE
MEN THAT VISIT ME
EXPRESS THEIR
WISH TO LIVE
HIGH AND FREE
I HAVE KEPT IT
OPEN FOR MY
ART, AND SEE
THIS SWEET QUIET
PLACE QUITE
RECLUSIVELY,

BUT NOW COMES
THE TIME
TO SHARE MY
MOST PRIME
AND PRIVATE SPOT
WITH A MAN
WHO IS MOVING
AND CHANGING
A LOT,
HE IS MY BROTHER
MY FRIEND
AS NO OTHER
AND SOON TO
DISCOVER THE JOY
OF BEING HIS OWN
SMART WANDERING BOY
BRINGING THE BUDDHA,
A TWO WHEELED BLAST
THAT HE RIDES BY THE SEA
IN THE PALE OVERCAST
EMBRACING THE WAVES
HE HAS MISSED FOR SO LONG
NOW IS A CHANCE TO
CHANGE
REARRANGE
THE PATH FROM HIS CAVES
AND FIND A SWEET PEACE
WHERE THE MIND
STOPS AND SAVES,
HE’S LEAVING
THE PAST
AND ALL THAT BEHIND
A JOURNEY TOWARD
NEW THINGS
EMBRACING
MANKIND,
PACKING IT UP
SORTING
RESORTING
TO A GOOD
SLASH AND BURN
IT’S THE TRIP OF
A LIFETIME,
WITHOUT A RETURN,
THE CHANCE TO
BREAK OUT
TO BE WHO YOU ARE
TRAVELING SURE
WITH THE MOON
AND THE STARS,
SO I WELCOME
HIM HOME
AND OPEN THE DOORS
FOR A WONDERFUL
LANDING
NEVER WITHSTANDING
THOSE TIDAL BLUE
DREAMS,
NOTHING IS EVER
QUITE LIKE IT SEEMS!

©JW WINSLOW 10/1/18