Just a little bite
The very last of winter’s chill
It smells like breakfast

– a morning walk in spring

Where the mushrooms grow
Sitting in a bed of moss
Feeling the wind blow

– almost 44

On his wooden throne
The Melancholy King sighs
Late for work again

– some mornings

Sitting on the wall
Each stone perfect in its place
“Live to live” he said

– seen in a dream

Black doors and fur seats
The rental rooms are Gucci
People still complain

– seen in a dream

A grin on his face
Ornamental, all for show
Mustache and glasses

– seen in a dream

To come and to go
A little hole in the door
Our cat is a bird

– seen in a dream

Four in my pocket
“Just in case you need them there”
Little, yellow, round

– seen in a dream

The warm sun rises
He sits, shaking, on the bench
“Look at that… It’s God!”

– listening

She’s taking her time
Refuge in a cement room
Bare bulb and pull chain

– seen in a dream