
…my my, everything is just ducky….my friends are back, feeling lucky…..

…my my, everything is just ducky….my friends are back, feeling lucky…..
Knick knacks, bric-a-brac. Shiny beads, fake pearls. On the mantel, or a shelf. Valuable to no one else. Of no use, it’s true. Yet, vitally required, absolutely desired. Visual reminders, some harsh, most are kinder……

my sidekick and I, wandering by……on a stroll, a short patrol……
Here I go again, baffled, bewildered. Chasing the wrong thing. Nonsensical daydreams, zig zagging, wildly. Cheerfully smiling, realizing, it’s the real thing. This time for sure, it has to be true. I’m fooling myself, I always do……
Between the lines, where the answers lie. Not out in the open, hidden from prying eyes. Doublespeak, lying language. Words of cheaters, braggarts and thieves. Dishonesty disguised as honesty. Getting easier to read……….

wearing her coat, parading around….ready for a walk, feeling real proud…….

….hiding from me, like I can’t see….Ezra playing tricks….she cracks me up, makes me smile….playing games, just her style…….
Hustling, bustling, jumping about. Dancing through fire, in a gasoline suit. Pressing my luck, living on chance. Not a care in the world, somedays are like that…..
Left holding the bag, gazing around. Grifters, shysters, con men and more. Gambling recklessly, fixing the score. Placing bets, raising the odds. Luring and lying. Selling not buying. Villainous types without a soul, preying on innocents, asserting control……


friends….until chipmunk ran his mouth…..a glance from squirrel….chipmunk is scampering south….