Everything

Gathering the pieces of night
with our pairs of shoes off
I would change into my eyes
and see everything

We would become twin souls
while passing drops of wine
I would settle for a zephyr
and know everything

The sky would trip over easels
and moil in the colors of fall
I would abandon the stage
and sense everything

Taking the breaths of life
as cellos trace the strings
I would listen to your hands
and feel everything

Happy Birthday, Andy!

Give me a reason
to jump head over heels
for you for you for you
under lullaby moons
and blacktop suns

Tell me of a season
to write songs on a windmill
for you for you for you
where locusts land on barbed wire
and lovers speak in tongues

Move me from where I
leap off a moving elevator
for you for you for you
where lucky charms spill on sidewalks
and gypsy guitarists spin in magazines

Paint me on a kite too high
beneath parasols on blue hills
for you for you for you
as fisherman's boots wash on shore
underneath lavender skies of rain

Sail me on a trendy moat
with the pretty smiles on surfboards
for you for you for you
where short stories are on the breeze
and harmonicas are hidden in shoes

O Brother, Where Art Thou?

Oct 13, 1961 - June 11, 2002

Three distinct memories:

1. how in 1988 you used to break-and-enter into my teenager-angst-riddled room when I wasn't there to borrow cassettes; I loved the cute notes you'd leave, but speaking of things borrowed, I do wonder where my copy of "Midnight in the Garden of Good & Evil" went.

2. how in 1997 I rang you when I was in town and said, "Anyone for Tennis?" -- Game on! We went w/ an audience of our sister and Andy. I beat you! Just in case you forgot.

3. how in 2002 you were dying and you kept calling me back into your house. You would say "Lil' Bit" and I kept coming back more flooded than before. You knew who I was when you didn't know anyone else. I never thought that was the case.

Btw, thanks for giving me Elvis & the Beatles! I love you Bubbo!