We played in the dirt And you wiggled off my shirt You were amusing for a while With your agonizing smile
Now it's back to your wife Your respectable life You can think of what we did When you're playing with your kids
My petunias are none of your business I don't care if you think they're looking nice My petunias are none of your business I won't make the same mistake twice
You’re a weasel and a whiner And a coward and a fool You sit on the council With the men who make the rules
It's a talky little town And the stories always flow I’m not really bothered By what they think they know
My petunias are none of your business Another man's gain will be your loss My petunias are none of your business Forget about my pumpkins and my squash
In slow sustained consistent vibration all over outside Tapping window, streaking roof, running down runnel and drain Waking a sense, once more, of all that lived outside of us! –Delmore Schwartz
All that lives outside us The Gift that grows and guides us An ocean and a windstorm And a flame
The sun that warms and feeds us Though it doesn't need us I'm pretty sure it loves us Just the same
Fade into what sustains us What bleeds and entertains us What drizzles from above us Down the drain
There's a cop He grew up in a boys home He never wants to see Anybody get hurt Every day There's a drop of corruption Makes it harder and harder To go back to work
Hay maestra She's got a big drafty classroom With torn up old books And thirty bags of need Every day She comes back for more She tries and she triumphs And she teaches kids to read
There's a staffer At a place full of kids They overwhelm and devour And energize Every day The music and the laughter Fill and empty her heart And brighten up her eyes
Laughter hope sock in the eye's Blog 