(fourteen text messages because I couldn't give her a hug and kiss goodnight from 300 miles away. she asked me if i wouldn't mind telling her a bedtime story, so I did.)
Once upon a time there was a king who lived in a castle made of giant dandelions.
He wasn't the greatest king ever but he was pretty good and everyone
in the castle loved to bake muffins with dandelion milk and sesame
seeds to sell to other kingdoms and make dandelion beer to store up for
the fall and winter
Every year there was a huge festival at the end of summer when all
the brilliant yellow steeples and spires folded themselves up then
popped open into giant balls of fuzzy white.
People came from all
of the other kingdoms to see the entire castle turn yellow to white
over that week. By festivals end though the winds would change and the
banners would begin to march away, each nation playing their own anthem
as they left and all around them the air blazing and glittering with
drifting fur of all sizes, summer snow.
Children would put the small ones in their hair and women held the
big ones like sun umbrellas. Horses chewed on their stems and laughed
and bugled watching them swirl.
Winter was coming soon and the
other kingdoms knew, but loved the festival and muffins and coveted the
aged beers in the winter. So as they left, each kingdom paid tribute to
dandelion castle with their finest foods and the stores would build up
so great that the people of dandelion castle would not go hungry.
They lined the lane as each kingdom passed, ivy castle, honey suckle
castle, even potato castle, and marigold keep. And as the last trumpet
faded and lanterns began to light before the fading sun, the king
watched his people return to their homes, arm in arm, faces drawn and
sullen, but strong. There would be work to do yet and food to store
away, but that could wait for tomorrow. They knew winter was coming and
the green walls of dandelion castle would soon turn brown. They went
to their homes and they smiled with their heads on their beds and yawns
rising up in the air. The king smiled too and all the people across all
the lands slept well because they knew dandelion castle loved them and
needed their love to see winter through.
The end :D Gnite ;-)
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original works of parts
Torus
I've been holding "conflagration"
in my back pocket
for a good time to use it
for more months than I can count.
I've been holding
for a while and we've been
staring at the curb
to see if a little bit of something
goes pill bug rolling...
....is that what they're called?
nothing does.
I would love to tell you
there is a problem with you
parking my car ten spaces down,
but you know I'm lazy.
Conflagration is,
however, a wonderful flower
that is so many leaves and
a lot of hurt for meaning, but
I've been holding
in my back pocket and it's
burning a hole like a lot of things
that are want to burn holes in jeans so
I'm letting it go
like a lot of things
that are want to burn holes in
back pockets.
in my back pocket
for a good time to use it
for more months than I can count.
I've been holding
for a while and we've been
staring at the curb
to see if a little bit of something
goes pill bug rolling...
....is that what they're called?
nothing does.
I would love to tell you
there is a problem with you
parking my car ten spaces down,
but you know I'm lazy.
Conflagration is,
however, a wonderful flower
that is so many leaves and
a lot of hurt for meaning, but
I've been holding
in my back pocket and it's
burning a hole like a lot of things
that are want to burn holes in jeans so
I'm letting it go
like a lot of things
that are want to burn holes in
back pockets.
The Things We Spat On
I want someone to be
animal with me.
I know there was a day
when I said I wouldn't
date again, but I will
when I find
someone else, not easy,
who understands
that just inside is what it says.
animal with me.
I know there was a day
when I said I wouldn't
date again, but I will
when I find
someone else, not easy,
who understands
that just inside is what it says.
Leaving Home
Give them the advice gained over years.
Don't burn the house down
or at least make it look
like an electrical fire
and make sure
the way out
is still there
on the planogram.
Don't answer the door
unless they ring twice.
And stay away
from soft cheese.
It's good, but like potato chips
you'll never know when to quit
until it's too late.
Pets never know
and nothing is worse
than coming home to catastrophe.
Don't burn the house down
or at least make it look
like an electrical fire
and make sure
the way out
is still there
on the planogram.
Don't answer the door
unless they ring twice.
And stay away
from soft cheese.
It's good, but like potato chips
you'll never know when to quit
until it's too late.
Pets never know
and nothing is worse
than coming home to catastrophe.
The Sandbar Tree
The tree is looking at the glitter on the river.
The river is, thousand eyed, watching the tree.
The tennis ball goes, a skip, into the inch highs.
The dog is charging, fur whipping, after.
"Two feet deep, fifty yards out, at least."
The nods are a relief. Hands still knit
waiting to see
if Oatmeal brings the ball back to shore
or plants it and wags his tail by the tree.
The river is, thousand eyed, watching the tree.
The tennis ball goes, a skip, into the inch highs.
The dog is charging, fur whipping, after.
"Two feet deep, fifty yards out, at least."
The nods are a relief. Hands still knit
waiting to see
if Oatmeal brings the ball back to shore
or plants it and wags his tail by the tree.
Bad Ice
My knuckles hurt,
something bad. I'm
breaking up the girl,
no seriously. Ice packs
please. Or not.
Either way, I'm going to
see you fall
if it takes every last bone in this body.
Unique motivation, not hard to come by.
Scattergram plans, however,
are more difficult to make
than he ever knew,
and you wonder
why I keep dressing in black.
something bad. I'm
breaking up the girl,
no seriously. Ice packs
please. Or not.
Either way, I'm going to
see you fall
if it takes every last bone in this body.
Unique motivation, not hard to come by.
Scattergram plans, however,
are more difficult to make
than he ever knew,
and you wonder
why I keep dressing in black.
Baseball 5
after "DVNO"
Dig. First the right foot, then the left.
Pick your spot. Left field or right.
The center fielder is too fast.
Pick your pitch.
Single into a double; up,
if you dig. Hear it in your head
before you hear it in your hands
and your hands scream
dig! There is no time
to see the short stop's
leap, hard left. Flat footed.
Dig. Straight through first,
an arrow of light
spat from God's mouth.
First base coach
patting your left shoulder,
seventh inning dust in it's wake
is good enough for me.
Dig. First the right foot, then the left.
Pick your spot. Left field or right.
The center fielder is too fast.
Pick your pitch.
Single into a double; up,
if you dig. Hear it in your head
before you hear it in your hands
and your hands scream
dig! There is no time
to see the short stop's
leap, hard left. Flat footed.
Dig. Straight through first,
an arrow of light
spat from God's mouth.
First base coach
patting your left shoulder,
seventh inning dust in it's wake
is good enough for me.
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