Home Again

I’m at Ma and Pa’s place
North of Oklee Doklee
In the land of Agassiz
I’m sitting at the kitchen counter
And my parents keep trying
To chat with me

And finally I had to say
But I gotta write my rhyme!
I’m a serious poet!
And I’m running out of time!

So here ya go, here ya be,
Now I’m sitting at your table
Keeping you company

I’m over here in the hinterlands
Where the ground has a dusting of snow
Cuz yesterday was Grampa’s birthday
He turned ninety-six, you know

My mom just looked over my shoulder
And came up with that last line
Damn her! Don’t she know?
These poems are supposed to be all mine!

A little fairy-gnome just chillin like a villain in my mom’s garden.

Saint Ingeborg

I'm trying to keep these rhymes rated 'G'
Cuz I've some real little fans who check up on me
I may have to start yet another page
For my 'R' rated stuff, all filth and rage. 

Kidding! All my thoughts are pure and nice
My brain ain't sprinkled with salt or spice
It's all good and holy, every thought I think
And not only that, my poo don't stink

Halloween Hallway Drone

Four years ago on halloween
I spur-of-the-moment took my Inge-rig
And set it up by my apartment door 
So that the speakers were in the hallway
And then I turned off all the lights on our floor

And I lit a few candles 
And played a low continuous drone 
My plan was to scare the children
Trick-or-treating in our home

I dressed as a psycho witch
And maybe sipped some wine
And blasted intermittent medieval pipeorgan 
At just the right time

I looped some crying dying baby sounds
Making an atmosphere creepy and sad
And then with vocal effects created some monsters
Grumbling and yelling and generally getting mad

Well let me tell you
I scared the bejeezus out of some little kids
And even made them cry
Just doing God's work over here
I don't even have to try 

Me in my element. Photo by my friend Carla Hamilton, who just happened to be visiting a neighbor and walked by when this happened. She was like, what. the. hell. are you doing. It's one of my proudest moments.

Gabbaleena's Bee Day

Today is my niece Gabby's birthday
About a year ago she painted 
This kick-butt portrait of me
And I now have it framed

And out of all the art in my overstuffed home, 
This is the favorite painting that I own

I just want to be a kid 
Hey ma look what I did
Scribble on the walls
And on the bathroom stalls
And on the ceilings and the floors
And on the windows and the doors

Kids art is the best art
All soul and all heart
Spontaneous creation
Without that dreadful hesitation
Of the over-thinking Adult

“Ma-Em” by GS

Roses

Roses are red 
But they are also green
The stem and the leaves! 
Those parts go unseen! 

But that’s how it is
It’s most certainly true
You miss half of everything
Right in front of you

Never Enough

I never have enough cables, batteries
outlets, or stands
and plus I could use a few more hands

Does this mean I have too much gear? 
Is that the answer here? 

Never enough, never enough
No matter how much crap I have
I could always use more stuff

I Suppose

I've hit one thousand recorded song snippets
In my little storage container
I suppose I should write full songs
But I'm a sorry entertainer

I suppose I should get to work
I suppose I should get going
I suppose, I suppose 
Cuz the ideas are overflowing

To decide means literally
To cut off from the rest
Which is why making decisions
Can feel like a terrifying test

SO it's to finish this stuff
For me that's the hard part
For many it's getting started
But I've got that down to an art*

Little Things

There are little things 
In the crevices
In the little cracks in between
Little things like dust and
Bits you've never even seen
Little tiny dots
Microscopic little spots
That reek all kinds of havoc 
Chaotic tangles and knots

I was gonna go out
And conquer the day
But then I stubbed my pinky toe
So I think right here I’ll stay
It don’t take much
To throw me off my course
But likewise I just need a spark
To get back on that horse