Let the storms buffet the trees,
just make cups of espresso...
We have a guest that lives in this house
it's not an insect or a fluffy white mouse...
Growing Up Without a Clue
Never had a perfect shape...
It starts with one person,
and then it begins to grow...
Oh, what a long day
Meetings one after another...
Lots of noisy water fights
Late mornings and later nights...
I see where this has gone, yes I do.
I cannot do much about it though...
(This is not a conventional poem or anything like...
I'm staring at you...
My child arises each morning
A million questions he has in his mind...
Tiller, you are so tall,
Tiller, why are you gay...
I met a sweet girl
with a half dozen arms...
I remember being a young child
Scared to go to the dentist to get my teeth filed...