Posted in Dogs, Poetry, Prose, Relationships

Your Dog

Your dog
showed up today
on my doorstep
wagging and sniffling
begging and whining,
I’d like you
to fetch your dog
before things
get unpleasant
It has happened before
you know
when you’ve tried
to win my affections
It won’t work
It just won’t,
Darn it!
Now he’s gone
Now, you’ll have
to come in as well,
Stop your wagging
and sniffing,
your begging and whining,
it’ll just be for one night
so don’t get ideas,
and by the way,
let the dog out
before we turn in
for the night….

Posted in Dogs, Family, Poetry, Prose

Building an Outside House

I’ve been hitting screws
and screwing nails
painting glass,
and yelling at someone
who looks like me
just on my good days

Building a house
a room with a roof
bring the inside, outside
or the outside in?

Building and wondering
who will judge, who will laugh?
building, hammering, sawing
nailing without nails, painting
well, painting with ugly colors
painting my fingers, and clothes
my dog and his toes
do dogs have toes?

I’ve put on a roof
one that leaks
one that shakes
and a floor that creaks
and walls that are glass
and stones thrown about
and dogs with painted toes,
if dogs have toes?

A picture?
Might as well get
a haircut first
cutting off the paint
hiding my thumbnails, black
hiding my intentions
inside the outside

My family
ready to move in
sofa, Internet,
bar stools, dog bed

I am on the inside
looking out to the inside
we are waving to each other
while I am drinking a beer,
enjoying my inside
while they enjoy their outside

If you wish
to know how
building an outside, inside
outside of my house,
inside room, without plans
using crooked wood,
and ugly paint,

I won’t tell you
I won’t

I wouldn’t deny you
all the fun that I’ve had

Drinking my beer,
looking out to the in
side of things

Out there….


Posted in Dogs, Poetry, Prose, Relationships

Traffic Light, Red, Yellow, Green

Stop and go
the cadence of my life
with her, who else,
would let my pedal hit the floor
only to stop suddenly, her red light
flashing, sending out sparks, Danger!
I cried, but not her,
it was just her way, just her way
of telling me how fast she wanted me
how slow it should progress
and why it had to stop my traffic, just
when I thought the flow was flowing?
her waving yellow finger, told me that
if I sped up, or slowed to a stop, a difference
would make, a crossroads
in our relationship,
I longed for the days, my dog hanging
his head out of the window, and I
-and I making Vroom-Vroom sounds
along a quieter stretch of my life,

Stopping for that woman
crossing my crosswalk, defying the red
my yellow sensibility, my green passions,
wanting to go further, but the sound of

My dog whining in the car
might just have saved me the trouble

of running her red light…….

Posted in Dogs, Life, Poetry, Prose

Life is Too Short

That’s what they told me
about things like
boring socks,
cornflakes without the crunch
and relationships
that go nowhere,
Who should decide
what I do in this life?
who I love, and why
if my socks don’t match
o,r if Soggy Cornflakes
are my current Mantra?
Life is too short, worrying
wondering why my dog sniffs
my hair,
or, if my toenail trimmer
can do the deed without fail?
I really should enjoy
getting soaking wet
in a torrential rainstorm,
or, revel in the pleasure
of tired limbs after a good day’s work
why spend time with regrets
worrying about the lack of
toilet paper, or if the kids
are using the money saved up
for my retirement?
My garden is filled with weeds
but I say, Live and let live,
at least the bare ground isn’t crying
for my attention,

Life is too short
worrying about the length of this poem
or the content being fitting
for my faithful readers,

They too must choose
the bitter from the sweet
and decide if their lives as well
are too short, for reading
thoughts like these….