I Am Not By The Dream Myself

I am not by the dream myself, not in
a way you could tell. No there's
very little reason for you to think
I am not by the dream myself.

And on just before I went,
No not anywhere you might go,
I being prepared struck out.
And do you, you probably don't,
I had given in and asked to see her.

Slob. Imbecile. Given in to see her?
No. But you did. I did. Given in to see her.
Loose was the candid reply.
The Surgeon General asked, "Why?"
Loose? Not loose. Not I.
I am not by the dream myself.
And wouldn't you? You have very little
                     reason to tell.

copyright 1980/2011

The Fog

The trees are warmer than the
                air is cold,
the fog is jogged loose from
               the ground
and carried aloft
to the pinnacles of mountains
where there is nothing for it
               to do but dissipate,
Like love
Like hate.

copyright JJW 1980/2011

It's Time To Get Back IN The Woods

It's time to get back in the woods
to get the bucks about us,
with proven managerial techniques
it's time to sling the lead.
They'll die, they say, if we don't
shoot them - a fate much worse then death.
So if you give a hoot about conservation
take a day off from the office,
grab your guns and arrows.
Shoot yourself a doe
who hasn't got a chance in hell
if we don't go out and shoot her.

Copyright 1980/2011