Two fire trucks
Backing into the fire station
Each at their own pace
Their backup beepers
At perfect pitch —
Synchronous to start
Slipping out of phase
And into a perfect
Syncopation
In a performance worthy of
Phillip Glass
(With apologies to the Rolling Stones)
🎶 It is the rising of the moon
I know it will be full soon
And then I’ll start to change
to something strange
I sit and wait til I awooo… 🎶
Cold fire
The light of the moon
is the flame which consumes
the human façade
until all that is left
is the wolf
that’s been waiting within.
Mars Opposition haiku
Particularly
bright now: Mars opposition.
I wave to rovers!
More feet to step on
I have danced
with the moon
to find that now
I have four feet
~ Werewolf
Werewolf Drinking Question
He woke up
to find
his tongue
wasn’t the only part of him
that was furry
when it hadn’t been
the night before.
He wondered —
was it the saké?
Werewolf drinking question
He woke up
to find
his tongue
wasn’t the only part of him
that was furry
when it hadn’t been
the night before.
He wondered —
was it the saké?
Fridays
Bagliere Ronald has been posting some of his photos on his Facebook page, and suggested I post some of my poems. I’ve posted some in the past. Maybe I’ll post some more of them.
Ron has his own blog over at https://rjbagliere.com. Check it out!
Fridays
Fridays must be strong
to hold back the surge
of the restless hordes
who wish it was Saturday already
The Simple Things
He liked the simple things in life.
A pepperoni pizza and a beer.
Soft ice cream on a warm summer night.
Long walks on the beach.
The warmth of a red plaid flannel shirt.
Changing to a wolf and howling under the full moon.
A warm November night
A warm November night
and the dog and I
sit on the lawn
and watch the stars
beyond the clouds