midnight moon come a howling
so went outside to find out
what the commotion was all about ….
heard bed springs bouncing back and forth
as the night was indeed in full flight,
came back inside where my intimate stranger
yet very close companion of the moment winked
and i winked back ….
all the rest of what happened is secretly filed
under the heading “Fourth Of July”
anytime of year
seemingly endless shelves filled with books
on every subject known,
and unknown for that matter
which one to choose ?
there are so many
a baseball came crashing through
one of the stained glass windows
followed by an absolutely brilliant beam of light
which aimed its way softly upon this certain hardcover
begging to be read
with lustful hands, she peeled back the pages
as her breath raced even faster with each word,
every sentence, all paragraphs entangled together,
chapters expanding ever so deeper into roots of desire
while growing into inevitable climaxes beyond all control ….
the writers heart was now released into her
innermost core, a place of paradise where
vacation dreams come true and eruptions are overdue
two doors across the hallway from each other
were now open and connected by one monumental bridge
everyday is a play,
collaborating with co-workers
and customers and distributors and dispatchers
and trucking companies and warehouses
and dock workers and logistics personal
and family and friends ….
collaboration is my lifeline
along with oxygen ….
there is no script,
everything is improvised
along the way ….
a true freebird can fly
through the thickest of clouds
and still feel the sunshine
having fun everyday
Jimi “the collaborator” Bodansko