Sometimes the alterations decorate
Well in a room
And on the wall.
We need a car with a new large interior
Superior to what we have
Although it’s easy to get along
With the same o , don’t chew know.
Lets decorate our way,
Way outa here.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
Sometimes the alterations decorate
Well in a room
And on the wall.
We need a car with a new large interior
Superior to what we have
Although it’s easy to get along
With the same o , don’t chew know.
Lets decorate our way,
Way outa here.
On the open sky we sail long and free
You and me in the blue
The happy two
Smile lovingly,
How it should be.
Me and you
The happy two sailing on, and on.
All the work for Jeep.
Then I needed an agent.
Somebody made money on my work.
Perhaps another opportunity will come my way.
Although old I’ll stay sharp as I can.
Chris will lead the jazz orchestra tomorrow eve.
It is the session of the year every time
The groups of fifty are top musicians
Well rehearsed and ready to perform.
I‘m anxious for the air to be broken
at Finney Chapel in luminous harmony
Sandro died in Calci;
Giacomo got a new heart valve in Trestevere.
A difficult time.
Large Red lights on back
Very bright. Two yellow spinners on top
A circular brush on the street below front bumper
Much mechanical groaning noise five minutes not moving
Then all is gone
In the sky today
Birds circling land on the wire
After the other
Hardly staying, only testing their morning wings.
See what brings, what sticks
In their ritual of new flying tricks
To remain a while they shift belly weight to balance
Didn’t happen. Rain came, swept in.
Sun remained behind clouds.
Two walkers were poured upon
The weather will swirl in predictions
We’ll have to wait to see how it goes.
Cloud cover sans moisture
We tolerate the heavy grey
Days like this until relief
Think the last of winter will be brief
Completely still as we look out.
Nothing moves.
Not a fresh breath breaks stillness.
Not track of hooves
People get ready, song by Curtis Mayfield.
I asked to write with him
He said he writes alone.
Curtis mayfield 1942 - 1999
9:53 a car went by.
A Wednesday and fog some.
A bluebird out in front, kitchen side
To see Monica this noon.
Another nothing doing day.
Will put together events
Thinking engagements
Preparing for spring
Not banging one out of the ballpark.
To the wall will do if I run well.
Looks sunshiny today can you imagine.
Dandy light blue if you’re sky wondering.
Outside is alive with cars going by case you want to know.
Too season early for green, but get ready.
I’ve off the planet wonderful on my mind.
Shouting out good morning, New
Our dear deer I mean rabbit was seen at dawn
At home again where she oughter be.
A good lead to Spring.
And now she’s gone
Fold up gas pedals
Keep you alert,
on your toes.
Steady in the squeeze.
Reach out for me, Tiger.
Hold on to what you’ve got.
That’s saying a lot
Clouded over, though it probably means nothing
Wind picked up as forecasters predicted.
How did they know?
I said they because I think there are several.
One of them
I’ll share with you.
No snow this morn.
Tai restaurant lunch planned a.
Been there four times,
Still don’t know what I’ll order
Or what I think of the place.
But I like Tai food, I think.
From the middle
Dad broke his fiddle
And he won’t play no more
So he won’t play no more
He’s lost in the middle
Without out his fiddle
And dad won’t play
No more
Always was a morning Joe
Going where the women go
And loving it
He’s got love to keep him warm
This Sunday sounds sunny starting off
The day looks pleasant, what’d ya say?
Birds and hounds are on their way.
Stepping out in sunshine; quite a day.
A brave or foolish phrase to mutter.
Never before this early have I forecast
an early warm spell on our way.
Caught into the calls for global warming
I know it’s early
Fair weather day, all seems okay.
Will get done what I can.
Sky is bright, how are ya?
Working on cleaning,
Threw paintings away,
Making room today.
Have far to go and time is tight.
Space seems at a premium.
Winter has gone away.
shifting days seem ready to change
no snow and wet out.
drops glisten.
not so cold.
waking to the fact a dear friend has died.
a strong family man.
my hero.
where are we now
It was six in the morning, I fumbled
as I picked up the phone,
saw his name on the readout,
He never called me before.
Got the phone to my ear.
“Hello.”
“Jack, this is Lorenzo … ”
I heard all he was going to tell me in his voice
And it shocked me.
How could it happen
My friend Alessandro has died.
I slipped up not seeing him when we were there.
He and I knew how close we felt,
We both let our friendship slip.
This was an accident.
Somehow we got away.
Sky is light blue
Someone zipped by
No falling snow
What we have looks thinner
Although it’s too cold to begin melting.
Tomorrow for sure we turn to higher temperatures
.
The ground is covered white completely
Not a warning; it must have snowed all night.
The bunnies were seen in their usual places,
Little behind three, New into one.
line ‘em up
i have expressive and receptive aphasia.
how about that
it’ll be warm out soon
It’s cold and the morning light shines golden.
The three deer have left the backyard.
Twenty eight degrees now
Thirty two will be the high.
I think it’s cold for sleeping on the ground.
Haven’t regularly seen much of the deer
So we aren’t familiar with their habits ,
Not like our friends the rabbits
Keep pots and kettles clean
Dress for the occasion
Seems you’re seen in good light
Stay happy, sunshine
My song from the sixties came back
Along with New and Little, the missing rabbits.
Although it’s cold we’re on the right track.
No doubt we’ll fall into old habits.
How did I know I’d run
Into so many cowboys in Hollywood.
They had to be somewhere.
Like the actors they’re everywhere
It’s hard to be a civilian and ignore them
Everywhere you go is the thick of it.
Playing the piano in my garage-studio
Kept me hidden away.