grinning ear to ear signalling another night of special mischief
takes reflected light on my retina to draw you in my memory
yet my most cherished recollections of you were played out in the dark
media cover of louts constant twittering has zero value
A distant memory When I was very young At bedtime my mother and I Would kneel at my bedside We would say a nightly prayer It went like this:
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Should I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Nice little sediment. Face to face with my mortality On a nightly basis before dreamland. From two to maybe seven Don't recall when it began Don't recall when it ended Wonder why I was a shy kid With the Grim Reaper Always hovering near Sweet dreams Petey.
A Scroll Threw Life 