Trickle Down Economics

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The Long, Late Sun

The late afternoon sun

so bright

stretched across the ground

always reminds me

of all the people

in my life who have died

I am not sure why?

Life Long

A few good friends

To the end

Some one to stand next to your graveside

To throw a rose

A life in repose.

Memories of You

The sun is shining

like warm honey

dripping through

the window pane.

The smile in your blue eyes

the lullabies in your voice

the softness of your touch

I can still feel your hand in mine.

Bizarantula

The creepy and the kooky

The ooky and the spooky

The geeky and the fruity

The workers and the suities

The clear and the soupy

Singular or troupies

Bizarantula and me.

Pom, pom, pom pom.