harounymous

haroun flipped head first like a shaolin monk, down the stairs
i caught him in my hands
fear of permanent trepanation evaporates,
he's a dancing fiddler upon the chair
there's a splinter on his tongue
and all the apples in the bowl are bruised
he hugged the vacuum today
sucked on dust gorged broom bristles
and blotted points unknown with poop juices

one year old, free as the wind

sleep's soft cliff

twilight is gone
nighttime is here
its time for the stars
and dreams to appear

soft clothes, draped in gray
few words left to say
tomorrow for sure
is another day

so dream and sleep deep
my sweet babes through this night
Allah will keep you so don't feel any fright
and tomorrow you'll wake fresh and nicely arranged

happy
and playful
and pleasantly strange

bay gray

the bay spreads its gray
from the sky to my rhyme
the chill sinks its teeth
through marrow and mind
children and birds sing their songs rain or shine
and the balance of life is the checklist of time

i love for you all what i love just for me
right there where you are, and right here next to me