I woke up late
And my rhyme game is down
But I'll be back tomorrow
wearing my little crown
I cannot believe
I woke up so late
I blame it on the
Animations I create
....they are keeping me
up at night!
True Story
I was born in a pumpkin
on top of a hill
and rolled down to the well
to get my fill
There I stayed my whole life
I built a home from the pumpkin
with a carving knife
I stayed away from the neighbors
they thought I was strange
I totally agreed
and thought I would change
but I didn't and so here I am
living in a shell
if I ever need money
there's art I can sell
A Couple Things I Should Do
What a fine and sunny day
I play at the Brewhouse this eve
But I gotta do my January Jam
And animation before I leave
I’m working on some paintings
And very slowly recording
There are lots of little unfinished songs
That I have been hoarding
I should just finish my songs
As soon as I start
And I should post paintings for sale
So I can make money from my art
Piano Gnome
here is a poem
that doesn't have a home
that has nothing to say
but is saying anyway
here is a gnome
who lives in my home
inside my piano on top of the strings
She skips and dances and raps and sings
Baldwi Update
I have to report
on the current status of my
grand piano, Baldwi
(because i know you care)
He was suffering from an
awful buzzing tone
caused by dry air
I humidified the holy hell
Out of the piano space
And the buzzing tone
Caused by winter dryness
Has left without a trace!
To my surprise,
IT ONLY TOOK A WEEK
That buzzing tone really
was quite upsetting
But now it's so humid in here
the windows are sweating
So Baldwi is doing much better
despite the winter weather
The piano's tone is crystal clear
And I am having a happy new year
The Keeper
So I just spent the whole week
Organizing my space
I threw out a bunch of junk
And now everything has its place
I've saved so many bits and pieces
Photos, lists, letters, cards, and notes
So many journals through the years
Now all safely tucked away in totes
I know that's the kind of crap
That most people would throw away
But this stockpile began in grade school
And thus my biographer
Is gonna have a field day
Someday
Whales
When everything's annoying
And the world feels wrong
Thank the good Lord for Youtube
And listen to some whale song
I don't know who did the upload
Or what "Mind Amend" is all about
But this channel has 8 hours of whales
Singing their gigantic hearts out
and it's beautiful
and haunting
and magical
and meditative
and mesmerizing
and calming
and peaceful
They say that heaven
Is a place in the sky
But clearly it's in the ocean
The whales will convince you why
Pigeon
As I sipped coffee at my window
(Which is my morning religion)
I saw the most beautiful thing:
A black and white pigeon
Sometimes it's nice to see
A pigeon in black and white
But the reality is that most are gray
And that is quite alright
* * * I accidentally pressed ‘save’ instead of ‘publish’ yesterday morning and amazingly didn’t check my website til about 9pm last night so this poem was uploaded 12 hours late . . . sorry to my regular rhyme time readers! * * * *
