you cat, daddy-o...

It is evening
Morning
&
Spring
Listening to
Moten Swing
The violins wide
Joy a cymbal
Brushes & baking - oh notes
Oh
Notes
Ummm umm
Swingin' shades charades parades
Ummm umm
Vivaldi,
You cat, Daddy-O
Happy Birthday!
Oh

modigliani, miles & myself & oh yes, kerouac...

Modigliani, Miles & myself & oh yes, Kerouac
Sat together
In a barroom in Cartagena
To
Talk
About
Goodness & Dignity & God & Beauty & Love
We all agreed
In the absence of these things
There is but darkness
We understood there probably should be more
So,
We threw in World Peace
&
Then ordered beer
The exact amber of the stucco barroom walls
- -
This all happened in 1988 I think

on a path into a mountain...

On a path into a mountain
A huge mountain
She wrapped herself
In
Llama cloths
&
Peacock feathers
Dreams
The snow smells & tastes
The air is full of her
&
She hears a song
A song she's heard before
Hoooop hoop
- -
A departed angel

#144. pg. 48 lady on the narrows haiku by peter deVeber...

Paris
long-playing -
West ta ta mooooon

diana krall jazz pencil fresco on yellow lined paper...

i hear a train whistle...

I hear a train whistle
Saturday morning tea
Monday
&
The
Cool breezes on my door
Whispers of spring
In a beat
&
A blue star sang
In my ear
Along the track to Union Station
In a beat
In my aviator glasses

i hear a train whistle pencil...