Runny Noze Blues

Little cold bug, little bugger, little slugger,
why you got my nose?  All sneaky and leaky,
why you land here? I been washing these hands dear,
after the car and before the jar,
after each shakin’,
before cookin’ the bacon,
but today you are takin’ me down.
All the tea I am drinkin’,
the children, they’re thinkin’
I have too much more I will drown.

I got the runny noze blues
inside these slippered foot shoes,
can I just press the snooze
one more time?

But work, it is callin’, and lunches need made,
and I’m not in the mood to discuss the math grade.
The tissues they’re pilin,’ while I try to keep smilin’,
but the phone won’t stop ringin’,
I feel like I’m whinin’
my lover, he’s waitin’,
and my mother, she’s writin’,
but the trash can is fillin’, and oh good god willin’
this hot toddy ain’t just lemonade.

Said the pillow, so soft, to the noze,
my dear, it’s high time for repose,
when your thoughts start to wander,
git that bed over yonder,
go tuck yourself in, despite your chagrin,
let a new day begin!
If you drip in the night,
it will all be alright,
‘cause tomorrow you will change your clothes.
You will!  Yes,
tomorrow you’ll put on new clothes.

Four Below Zero

Iridescent air,
the outside of a pearl, and
inside, you and I.

Sunshine in the pines,
we stop to play with light, cold
lashes blink rainbows.

Afloat with you, I
cannot remember feeling
a love quite this way.

On the white road home,
extremities succumb, and
on the inside, warmth.


On a day like today,
when only the slim
edge of cloud reveals
that there might
be such a thing as
sunlight, and the wind
is bitter cold
like the space between
your belly and your
heart – let us move
toward one another,
or perhaps move closer
to ourselves,
and be grateful for
this sky
that makes us hunt
for small shelters.