Department of Youth

grovel at my feet you sweet and sweaty fiend that consumes the hearts and minds of children
tempting idle days of fun and mischief stretching time from weeks to years
when hours seem like days
when simple pleasures fascinate and imaginations overtake
from dawn till dusk till after dark until they hear their names
yelled out by moms from yards away to say the end has come for play
it's time for bed
not yet they say we've only lived a year today
the night and fun consume their souls like packs of dogs out of control
a lifetime lived in every day for twelve short weeks of endless play
around the corner the end doth loom
for autumn brings the summers doom
back to normal back to school that wasn't out forever
you children of the damned that ran a muck and held the village hostage of your fun can now return to the regimented care of strangers and leave the days to us for whom time moves too quickly now
oh to have once more the summer at my feet a slave to my timeless desires

another day (n.e. day pt.2)

sunny and sticky and muggy and hot
a cool day for jimmy like yesterday it's not
the grass and the plants and the green things will thrive
but I need the dark days to keep me alive

n. e. day

dark the day
still warm the mist
the drizzle lifts my soul
the fog
the waves
stones throw away
it's off to work I go