Snuggling Up with a Quart of

snuggling up with a half quart of blueberry pie
half burnt and looking at my hands
trying not to reach bottom
trying to make it last but

when an earthworm bumps into
another earthworm as surely they must
at one time or another do they say
hello, funny bumping into you here

please, please let me hold you
let me hold you for a moment
don’t avert your gaze
don’t sing a song i don’t know

a slice of berry pie cracked in
the middle is something
to think about along with
half burnt and earthworms but

every week or so i will return
and you will ask me to stay
and i will say i never left
but you will know, you will

know i don’t love you
because i am just a comma
in your life a comma before
like a bottle of half burnt

Over on the Edge of Where

He Thought He Knewon the edge

Where it was he left
Was it walking in the rain
On a road between the
Beginning and the edge

The path from the edge
He took and stumbled
Unable to find the lost
Beginning over again

Walking his memories
A dog in harness
Waging its tail growling
Over and over again

He felt his heart beating
Him up ripping his chest
Apart the tingling in his arm
And he was screaming again

The sky was azure blue
He was sure of that, too
Waiting for a cold grey storm
To tumble in over again

Cautiously venturing into
Wherever he thought he
Belonged somewhere between
The beginning and the edge

Only one love I have


	Her				Him

and I say my heart is breakin'
and I see I am forsaken
for I know my love's been taken
and I've no place to go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
where you are is my intention
cause your love I'll not mention
to anyone with dissension
so I'll just have to go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
cause it's there you'll be forever
and from your love my heart will sever
like a broken weight with lever
please don't make me go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
I will love you till the ending
and I'll never be pretending
cause your love you will be sending
to wherever I should go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
please say it, you love me
please say it, you breath me
in your heart where I will be
and I'll never have to go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
and I say my heart's not breakin'
cause you are my intention
I will love you till the ending
and I'll always love you too

It's true, I'll always love you.

He Woke Screaming

He woke screaming at the daylightunmade bed
wrapped in sweat soaked torn sheets
remembering things little things big things
remembering things he didn’t know he’d forgotten
remembering the love he thought he wanted

scratching the pustule of a long ago romance
he fell backwards into a field of unfinished dreams
like the dark flowers of weeds – beautiful but unwanted
as a gasp holding his breath catching in his throat

Like the deep breaths of lavender silk
corroded with daylight leaving
leaving
leaving the cusp of a daydream
leaving his everyday neverday life
leaving the luxury of a love long wanted

the itching was more than persistant
within the realm of a distant prophet
and holding his breath he kissed gently
but there was only the dust left behind

Deep Blue

I have fallen into blue beforeTwo Indigo Buntings
In my dreams on good days
On bad days I have just as
Gently as possible slid in

Either way it was a good blue
And I felt comfortable, happy
To be within enthralled in
The easy gentleness of it

Two Indigo Buntings flew
Across the hills and ridges
Under a copper red sky
Settling to form two blue pools

I flew with them you see
Not knowing to where exactly
The flight through clouds
And even rainstorms was good

But it was the landing
That I most treasured
Because I remember the
All the cool of the blue

As I sank deep into your eyes

Wilting in the Studio Like a Rose

Singing every sad song I knewWilting red rose
playing every broken hearted tune
crying to the music
dying in the spaces
knowing you’re not knowing
is saying more than I could

You’re laughing somewhere
making smiles and stories
telling beginnings and tales
of endless travels without
ever having a microphone

it’s not needed you know
like a ticket if you hide
until the conductor passes
still it would be good to have
if only to hold onto

there are tears on the transmitter
leaving small salt circles
almost heart shaped, listless
while I wait for the “No”
that is wilting like a rose

This Poem

Was I twelve when I wrote this, or maybe thirteen? A few years ago I discovered a book I’d gotten as a gift when I was twelve. This poem was one of six written on ruled paper that were carefully folded and stored in the book.

This Poemchild writing

Heading out the door
Looking for some more
Going to the store

I might have to sing
In a crazy sort of swing
To a tune the band won’t play

A sidewalk crack
Gave a heart attack
In various shades of black

This poem rhymes
Too many times
And has nothing much to say

Ecologue #6

Holding without foolish fearswarbler
Without semblance of panic
The warbler restrains itself
Recalling the song and chorus

Even in the face of the hawk
Circling above searching
Perhaps the warbler’s calling
Perhaps not giving a damn

Her tiny gloom eyes glisten
With every delicate note
A tune culled from heaven
Rewritten to bird life memory

She once told me of the ocean
In a way that whispered of love
Not for me but for some other
Holding her heart, pulling

The knowing left me queasy
Feeling the screeching of a gull
Even as I woke to a pretty song
Leaving me far away from myself

The Simple Lovely

A snail shell she gave hima snail shell
Selected from the ground
Held in her palm a moment
Barely adding beauty there

In his hand he held it
Feeling ridges and bumps
Once a good life
The simple lovely of it

This empty casket
Wrapped around itself
Holding no life
Not even a cold soul

Then there was this
The circle unto itself
Staring, but not looking
Daydreaming of fog

Remembering her eyes
Hoping for acceptance
Of this small gift
Small touch of beauty

Holding it to his ear
Hoping to hear her voice
A last trace of her
Saying, isn’t it pretty

There was just a memory
Lingering behind inside
And he held them both
Trying not to let her go

Ballanced Ever So Delicately

balanced ever so delicately between breath and senselessnesssteaming cup of coffee
watching nothing seeing more or less and less
and tasting the coffee
no, not just tasting, living
living the coffee
balanced ever so delicately between sense and breathlessness
rich, light brown and earthy
you could cut it with a spoon
and pass samples

Sugar,
cream,
maybe some chocolate or nutmeg or hazelnut flavoring
waking up, knowing the very air
as a lover knows the feelings and fragrances
balanced ever so delicately between less and lessness
while breathing more and moreness
You could stay on, you know
you could ride for just one more stop
you could have another cup of coffee
and maybe we could balance

Another Season

Warm and humidapproaching storm
Sensing the first storm of the season
Cradling your lips with mine
While rain falls like whisper
And trickle of water into my ear
With gusts both erratic and passionate

The erratic becomes a hesitation
The passion a strike of lightening
Followed by a long low rumble
Not a moan
Not a shiver
Not even a calm
Rather a …
Discontinuance
a…
passing of the storm

There is forecast of a sudden chill
And the front moves on
For an unknown reason
In the moment of some-other

That Damn Bird

The damn bird won't quit whistlingsinging bird
a bird broken record, without the crack
not a defect but a definite affectation
the same five notes like a child's rhyme
then the same seven notes for a chorus

 	the singing was a low moan like a growl
 	a smooth, watery, ketchup sort of growl
 	telling about flight and love and tension
 	something not quite in the song but there

Calling an entire imaginary bird army
to charge and charge again, line upon line
great maneuvers in the crusade for affection
is the campaign lost or at a passionate juncture
where the bird then readies for a curious race

 	you could have held up the customers
 	taken every dollar and watch and ring
 	they owned and they would never have
 	known because the music arrested them

Surely the bird is stupid, like a dog that
learns only two tricks and neither anything
special that you would want to see repeated
the bird is simply caught in the nuances of
its own two songs and taking pride in them

 	there was no mistaking it as something
 	from before creation and after the last day
 	the very heart and spine and glory of
 	a soul all that it is and was and should be

Next door is also a captive bird, a little wren
of some kind. Supposedly not as smart as
the parrot with its two memorized songs
the wren remembers none, so it is always
composing, always singing recreating

 	have you ever coughed up the spirit
        or felt it slide into your ears, scratching
 	or maybe you knew the tickle, nothing to laugh at
 	something to help you know love and agony

“Shut up!” she screamed out the window at the Cardinal
Singing with fondness to the glory of its existence
“Shut up!” she screamed again in volcanic anger
As a shoe flew out the window, end over end
missing the bird, leaving a fat dent in her car

 	you would not mistake it for affection
 	but you would shiver and quiver and shake
 	knowing you had to dance but very afraid
 	to do so, because you might miss the tempo

The thought feathered across my imagination
but left with the image of the flying shoe
there it was, the parrot singing its own special
love song perhaps to the wren across the way
i closed the door leaving devotion to be what it is.

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Sayings of Caledon Pritz

Not Guessing

“Got my glasses fixed yesterday. I’m really pleased cuz they were cleaned, too. Now I’m not guessing as much when I drive.” ~ Caledon

Barking

“I thought the neighbor’s dog finally went to sleep, but apparently, there was still another hours worth of important barking to do.” ~ Caledon Pritz

Closure

Maybe you’re waiting for closure, even though you’ve already gotten it.” ~ Caledon Pritz

Waste

Life’s a waste of time.” ~ Caledon

Applause

If no one applauds when you walk on stage, does that mean you aren’t there?” ~ Caledon Pritz

Being Old

A man is not old until his ears are too big for his head.” ~ Caledon

Dreams

If you’re not building your own dreams, then whose are you building?” ~ Caledon Pritz

For Some

For some life is a catastrophe, for others it is merely an apostrophe.” ~ Caledon Pritz

Look Out…

“Be careful Mrs. Butterworth, things could get a bit sticky around here.” ~ Caledon Pritz

Gifts

Don’t let the past steal your gifts.” ~ Caledon Pritz

Caviar or Peanut Butter

A $200 ounce of caviar is no more filling that a 20¢ ounce of peanut butter.” ~ Caledon Pritz

The Day

“Either you run the day, or you run away.” ~ Caledon

Yesterday

Yesterday might have been terrible, but stop fretting about it. You made it to today, and that’s good.” ~ Caledon Pritz

Life

A difficult thing about life is letting things be what they are rather than trying to make them what you want them to be” ~ Caledon Pritz

Life… Again

“Life is 10% what happens to me and 90% what happens to you, or is it the other way around?” ~ Caledon Pritz

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