roosevelt and her student

roosevelt and her student
were going dancing
to work out a new two step.
however, the cab caught fire;

so they changed plans and their shoes.
on a park bench laughing, telling stories
amid wavering shadows of a large oak
the ufo they waited to see watched them.

what'd you do tuesday?

what’d you do tuesday?

the other day, or a few ago,

days in the week, weeks in a month,

12 months,  all those days in the year,

stack them up and keep track  . . .

wait, that’s too many.

let’s take what we can handle.

simplify said Thoreau; a good idea.

we need three days:   

yesterday, today and tomorrow

more passed is for your history book

ahead is practically science fiction

god can you hear me?

god can you hear me?

if i am thinking?

in italian or English?

or if i mispronounce badly in Francaise?

do you know my question

before i ask?

would you tell me?

but isn’t truth relative anyway?

i don’t think you need praise

or  the company.

if it’s company you want

you can always make someone.

do you know i am talking to you,

and what i will say,

and how everything will turn out anyway?

if so then, what’s the point?