Simio and Willow

Simi likes a comfy lap,
when curling up.
He likes a soft belly
for his head to rest,
and a chest
to possess.
(Velour pants are best.)

Simi runs to grab
these resting places -
before Miss Willow does!

And then Miss Willow
becomes a pillow too.

In Loving Memory of Simio

March 21, 2012 - May 11, 2020

  

Far from Awakening

Where does a glimmer
stepping on ahead
toward a fascination
Lie underneath my path?

How do I get past clues fracturing
The bones of one disregarded thing
after another

Dragging down cluttered dreams
that seem
Far from awakening
A defeat blanketing what remains

 

Out of My Way

Why can't you just get out
of my way
You are not welcome
here

I can't let you
stay on
Like a ride spinning
jarring, lifting
Away from sturdy ground

Sounds berating
tearing down
the climb

If only for a space
where dismal voice
could trip
out of my mind