Bonnie's Birthday Too, and: You Tell Me to Sit Still. . .

Bonnie's Birthday Too

Tangerine was her truth
and tangerine her hair
and many were the toughies
who backed into her fire.

Most were but flickers
that lifted to her smoke,
the one I grew to care about
she burned with lines of coke.

Then glanced a tangerine glower
and shed an orange pride
and conjured the toughest boy of all
to push my love aside.

You Tell Me to Sit Still . . . 

don't go
kick off my shoes
relax it's a beautiful
day     oh
I am able to
as in the near
future I'll slow
inevitably
halt but tsk today
please forgive me
I won't I
refuse for the sky
in myth
aims for the indolent
hazardous
showers of blood
frogs fish wool
or plain rain
falling melting to break
apart undo
some poor ex-officio
retired anonymous
flesh just
settling in
barefoot sigh
the grass around
kneeling
now water ice history
relatives he was
pleasantly unaware of
arrive pecking
too much said
now here peck
   now there
drip why
do you think
women collect
shoes
if not for a
dozen assorted
excuses occasions
to travel to get
up and
go