A bird
with no name
picks at my face.
No sense wishing it away,
this bird likes
me.
I’ve other friends,
flowers too –
ladies, babies –
and armfuls of sweet color!
My pecker and I
(not the penis pecker)
have agreed
life is
honeysuckled blossoms
no matter what sits on your face
or what face you sit upon.
(Just for now, go
elsewhere, sexy thoughts!)
We are all one countenance
and the sooner we believe
the sooner we love.
(Not that
sex
isn’t important) (it is)
(but just for a moment
invite a bird
to sit upon your forehead)
(first despair)
(then)
(Love)
Collage on Monopoly playing card
Songs for the Pure of Heart 
love love what you are doing!!!!
and this:
We are all one countenance
and the sooner we believe
the sooner we love.
sometimes i can’t convince others that there are all these other dimensions….and then i come over here and tadah: here they are. thank you!!
hello! sherry, wow, this is such a great response, bummer i didn’t see it til now. you make such a huge difference in my life, so, as corny as this sounds, thank you for being you, being there, being here.