Never Freeze /\

Leaves glide across the ice, dance by,
as you looked me in the eye and smiled.

Howling wind, arctic chill roll down the ridge.
Snowing after midnight, purple-silver twilight.

Twenty below, dropping slow but sure enough
this night and us ain’t for the faint of heart.

Stick it out with me.
It’s cold now but we’ll warm up quick, you’ll see.
You with your rosy cheeks are all I need tonight.

Can’t feel my toes, numb my fingers.
But our love is the kind that lingers.

On & on & on & on & ever after.
Rung by rung by rung by rung up Jacob’s ladder.

Higher, higher now – but don’t look down.
Hold my hand, look up: the stars are out.

Stick it out with me.
It’s cold now but we’ll warm up quick, you’ll see.
You with your rosy cheeks are all I need tonight.

Keeping each other company
by the fire, passing winter time and a bottle
so late it’s early, then it dawned on me:
our love’s a little like whiskey,
it’ll never freeze.

Two people sticking it out.
That’s an art.
That’s an effort.
The ‘ol self/\nonself.

(1/29/2019: Kingfield, Minneapolis, Minnesota)

The Small Print

This is for your own good,
no bones about it.
Ready your solar plexus,
here comes the hit:

Should’ve read the small print.

Validation:
quick-acting.
Gratification:
short-lasting.
How did it come to this?

Should’ve read the small print.

Foresight unseen,
mind-over-money’s spent
hand over fist.
We’re prisoners of the moment
who should’ve read the small print.

Whole kit and kaboodle,
well-documented.
Recall, recollect
the signs and the omens.
Somehow smiling nonetheless
because as I said:
We’re prisoners of the moment,
prisoners of the moments.
Should’ve read the small print,
prisoners of the many moments.

Prisoners of the many moments.

(2/13/2019: Irish Acres, Mount Horeb, Wisconsin)

That’s Saying Something

Another narrow escape.
It was close this time.
Near self-destruction.
Hit the override.

Peerless, peerless,
that’s no positive thing
in this case:
Break in emergency.

That’s saying something
though I can’t say what.
That’s saying something
not yet out of luck.

The former, the latter,
the prior, the past.
Point is:
I’m looking back.

Show me the door,
show me the door
I’ll walk through it.
The pleasure’s yours.

That’s saying something
though I can’t say what.
That’s saying something
not yet out of luck.

Life of a buccaneer
appeals to me;
start as an intern,
raise the jolly roger.

Skulls & crossbones.
Red eye, red eye.
Done a double take,
Look closely: I’m alive.

That’s saying something
though I can’t say what.
That’s saying something
not yet out of luck.

Not just yet.
Not just yet.

(12/21/2018 & 2/9/2019: Marcine’s, Mount Vernon & Oakcrest Tavern, Madison, Wisconsin)

Meanwhile, Eventually, Whatever

All control, no control,
nothing in between.
Good at keeping track of things
until I ain’t.

Stand still, fast forward,
rewind, eject.
Pick your poison, swallow hard-
now, what comes next?

Living in the meanwhile.
Sideways my style, sideways my style.
Living in the meanwhile.
Sideways my style, sideways my style.

Kingdom come when I was
out to lunch.
Not gonna wait for me –
just a hunch.

Man upstairs moved
out last week,
satisfaction far from
guaranteed.

Living in the meanwhile.
Sideways my style, sideways my style.
Living in the meanwhile.
Sideways my style, sideways my style.

Modus Operandi:
Pie in the sky, pie in the sky.
Modus Operandi:
Pie in the sky, pie in the sky.

Eventually, everything will occur
so carpe whatever.
Eventually, everything will occur
so carpe whatever.

Living in the meanwhile.
Sideways my style, sideways my style.
Living in the meanwhile.
Sideways my style, sideways my style.

(2/5/2019: Irish Acres, Mount Horeb, Wisconsin)

What good’s a ceiling?

“When it rains, it pours,”
said the Captain as the water spilled over
what was left of the shore
for the fourth time in as many fortnights.

“When you’ve seen one storm
by golly, makes you want to see ten more.
All are particular,”
said our Captain to the unmanned oars.

“When hell freezes over
better hold on to your four-leaf clover.
So’s the life of a rover:
Make a sacrifice for a roll of the dice.”

“When my ship comes in
will it bring barnacles from all the places I been?
How will I know it?”
the Captain asked as the die was cast and the mast went down.

“When all is said and done,
let it be said: ‘This sailor’s life was hard won.
He went where the voyage was,
slept his nights beneath the stars
for what good’s a ceiling?’
What good’s a ceiling?”

(10/10/2018: Irish Acres, Mount Horeb, Wisconsin)