Harvey Lizard

There are times when you’re the hero

and there’s times you are the fraud

and there’s times you know that you are just my circus.

They are times when I tell stories

and there’s times when I steal skulls

and there’s times I kick the nuns downstairs

on purpose.

There are times I watch you leaping

and I smile when you’re my lake

and there’s times I can’t remember why I bother.

There are times I have you creeping

and there’s times you shake and bake

and there’s time that I am grateful for your fodder.

But mostly (mainly often)

I am glad you’re not my man

I am glad I only see you with that gizzard

I am glad you are a stranger

I am glad you’re tall yet blind

and I’m glad I barely know you Harvey Blizzard.

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agw

Dotty’s Disaster Doldrums

I live in a city on fire, and Daddy’s the city’s town crier

I live in a place on a lake — in a flood, all of mud, it did take

My home and the farm near the woods — is all gone but we did what we coulds

Tornadoes have stolen my chair  — there’s books and there’s cooks in the air

This avalanche could be quite grim  — but snow feels so soft on my skin

I lived in a city on fire — they no longer need a town-crier

I lived in a tent filled with ice — my Mai Tai did taste rather nice

I lived in a house on a lake — a flood is not such a mistake

My home isn’t there anymore — see my dog as it surfs on my door?

This weather is cagey at best — and you can imagine the rest…

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agw