letters to papa

the patterns were enough to snow
but i didn't know
which way the castle run
or why it was dying
i didn't ask any questions
just lay down in the snow
preceded drying
applesauce and the moon
some peanut butter off chord
dust from the mantle in stone
crossed eyes with a t
nothing to do with me
the travel's over
the driving done
whirlwinds but that's your shelter
wait until it's done
fine tune your comb
its' needle in a haystack
cross the cushions
cream the wine
there's someone to show you
make it up.  you'll get by
but follow carefully
then juice the spinner
testing for gold, expecting silver
nowhere to go
your time is up
down in the well
go get some flowers
it's cool, they're expressionless
first it was pie then the moon
couldn't make a choice
the lesson wasn't frivel
one got caught
the other let off with a warning

denis streeter    3/22/18