Beagle in the City #252

I came home so weary

Couldn’t write

Couldn’t play

Don’t you know

I had the blues

I looked at my dog

I said

Beagle

Don’t you know

None of us has perfect days

He looked at me

And this is what he said

I had two perfect days

Walked around the block

We shared a hot dog

You checked the mail

And I checked the trash

We watched the tv

Any day with you dad

Is a perfect day to me

Yeah best friends till the end

I said

What about day two?

I’ve got the blues

He said

We got up

Cooked breakfast

We ate some bacon

Walked around the block

You checked the mail

I checked the trash

Any day with you dad

Is a perfect day to me

I said

That’s right

Best friends till the end

News

I will be at 33 in Fort Payne

Wednesday

5:30 to 7:30

For Pasta and Poetry

Come out and enjoy a plate

And have a blast

I love pasta

And I love poetry

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Linda Arthur will be coming out as well to play music

If you’re not familiar with her work

You will really be in for a treat.

See you there!

Star Dust

And they told her

Love was supposed to hurt

And so she accepts the pain

And they told us we were made of star stuff

But then they showed us stars burning out …

And so she accepted the disappointment

And I wondered

If anyone ever told us …

If I ever told you

So I’m going to tell you

If she’s not having fun

If she’s not in to it

Then it’s not cool

But if you love her

And read her like Brail

Making poetry from the

Lines of her body

In the light

If you make a safe space for her

To open up

She will come undone

And she will burn with a fire

And a heat so high

It will fill all the hours

And

It will bring stars back to life

And you

You will be useless for anyone else

Because she will have you

body and soul…

But keep in mind

This Love is rare

And it has been said that only gods make love with a love like that

The love of a woman

Lately

Her green eyes turned blue

She was tangled

Up in you

She changed herself

Tried to

Make herself just like you wanted

And you were supposed to make her safe

Be a safe space

But you wanted

Her to be like you wanted her to

And I poured her coffee

And everyone that meets her

Can’t help but fall in love with her

And her hair is still the same

And her tongue is still foul

And she still

Isn’t just like you wanted

You know

The first time

We entered space

And they looked back

On earth

Realized just how insignificant we really are

That’s what I felt

The day I saw you

Across the room

Everything else

Just faded

And her green eyes turned three shades of blue

And she’s tangled up in you

Love her her right

Love her true

Whether you know it or not

You’re insignificant

On your own

And she’s everything

Everything to you …

Mother Earth

How do you write the blues

Mother Earth is blue

Her sky is green

Her heart is yellow

She has a rage

How much time does it take mother to grow up?

How much time mother before I am old?

Before my eyes turn black and my hair turns grey?

Mother Earth

She will kick the dust

She will throw her fists of rage

She is coming down the highway

Her breath like a train

On the mainline

How much time mother?

All the air in the sky is gone …

How much time

Before I become a man

And know what every man knows…

3 minutes or less…

Beagle in the City #251

Simon: Ow! Something bit me!

Ethan: what was it? A snake? A scorpion?

Simon: I’m going to pass out, yep I’m going to be sick, (woozes back and forth)

Simon: I’ll be ok, when my leg falls off, just bury it beside Garf. I can make it on three legs.

Ethan: Let’s go to the Doctor

(Later)

Simon: I don’t know what you’re talking about,

Ethan: It was a bee sting,

Simon: I almost died.

Ethan: You’re not even allergic!

Simon: Well, I didn’t know that. I could have been allergic, I’ve never been stung before.

Ethan: 80 dollars to find out all you needed was a Benadryl.

Simon: DRILL? Seems a bit drastic…

Ethan: No, never mind.

Storms

She makes storms

Out of hours

She makes deserts

Cry out for rain

She makes winter

Pray for summer

But she’s been a friend to me

Her fist have always been Clinched

Her hair has always been red

Her lips have always been red

She’s the realest thing

I’ve ever known

And I’d stand

Out every winter

Just hoping for a look from her

She keeps me happy

And she went down to New Orleans

And bewitched the devil

And she fights

The ghost

She loves the most

But you might not see it

And her fist

Have always been Clinched

And

She’s always been red

But she’s always been real

To me

(Written and performed tonight at 33)