Bruja

 

The cabello faced bruja trailed mi Papá from Aqua Calientes, Aqua Calientes, Mexico. “I’m coming for you.” (Buahahaha!!!!!)

Sweet dreams

 Living a song of life, dancing in the night. 

Golden Ticket

 

I’ve got a golden ticket 

See what I can buy

I’ve got a golden ticket 

Marbles or malt balls, I will try

You’ve won the golden ticket 

Won’t you paste it on your wall

Some say you win the golden ticket 

to get the grandest prize of all

Don’t give up your golden ticket

Or put it in the trash

Where’s your golden ticket

Did you exchange it for cash 

I will share my golden ticket 

Buy rubber balls in a jar 

With my golden ticket

I’ll share tiny orb’s near and far

Lost In My Dream

Familiar place

So much has changed 

Too much has changed 

Nothing was as I remembered 

Spent half an hour exchanging emoji’s with my friend 

Well she sent them

I replied trying to be witty 

When does this end 

The leg in a cast again 

Emoji dungeon 

Clawing at the walls

I tried so hard to get home 

Had someone else’s phone 

Couldn’t figure it out 

Trying for good directions 

In real life lost in paradise 

I’m so helpless 

In my dream confused 

Can’t even follow my mother 

home  

Laughter

 

Released to the wind

Vibrant leaves scattered across the the descending lane 

Trees left bare

Along the path occasional branches withered

Dying from the lack of nourishing  nutrients 

Water spared in times of torrid weather 

What can be done 

For the return of full fiery autumn dressed in it’s finery

Of this feelings of helplessness Righting a wrong upon the now desert earth. 

Visions of burning bushes

Now dormant 

Yearning for the alive and kicking tip toe of leaves released 

Windy sounds of

Laughter 

01-02-2023

Contemplation 

I want to be alone 

I don’t want to be alone

Working on not isolating 

I ventured forth to the community breakfast. 

I knew I was hungry because I didn’t eat dinner last night. 

Joy in food I wanted to eat. 

Little kids everywhere. 

Sitting next to the Christmas tree Still listening to the carols 

It’s the second day of the year and a legal holiday.

The post office needs a break. 

Unsettled feelings 

Like my reset button got stuck 

I want to get to the cover of my room 

Like Frosty I fear I might melt 

Taking a breath 

I shall move on

From the happy people 

To find my happiness on my own

I want to be alone 

I don’t want to be alone

Somewhere

 

Somewhere in a box in the garage 

Missing 

Printer

Suitcase 

Black jeans 

Etc. 

Etc. 

Black jeans 

Suitcase 

Printer 

Found 

Somewhere in a box in the garage