Strawberry Root Weevil

Long snouted brownish black

little weevils following no track

traverse the great green plain

From corner to window pane

searching for what, god knows

stopping quickly as if to dose

it’s like a strange party for bugs

and surely there are no drugs

they just walk and dance along

in our bathroom, where they belong

Pittie Man — A Song about a Dog


This song was written about our pitbull named Petey– he’s kinda of nut job, but a lovable nut job and we suspect he has dealings in high finance somehow….*don’t ask, inside joke*

Either way, my wife suggest I take a line I would sing to him now and again to the “Nowhere Man”.  So I went for it.  As you can tell I am not much of singer…or at least not a very practiced singer as this first thing I have ever sang…sung….singed (whatever).

So here ya go, enjoy :

Pittie Man!


He moves really slow

Cuz he has no cares

Wearin an oversized shirt

Cuz he’s got no hairs


He’s the pittie man

Doin things pitties can

Has a pittie plan

Written in color crayon

Don’t know how he wrote

Cuz he’s got no thumbs

And when he eats his chow

He leaves lots of crumbs


Ask him anything

Like what do you think

And you’ll hear him sing

Bout blub financial things


Free form

Time is funny thing….

There are few things I like more than seeing the ‘likes’ and ‘follows’ pile up after I post poems, fiction, or just stuff.  Not because I want to have hundreds of followers, or need the ‘likes’ to validate my existence….but because it is represents another connection with someone I have never met.

Through writing, reading, critiquing we can connect where otherwise we never would have.

So, it’s like birds of a feather flocking together….I follow you, you follow me and we create a great mass of interconnectedness….

And Smiling1541 blathers on….time is a funny thing, I wish I could post daily, and connect to so many more people, but given work and everything else….those connections have to wait…

So hello and welcome to all I have connected, don’t be strangers, critique my stuff, I will critique yours, comments, discuss….and I will do more….time permitting….but time is a funny thing…it sorta drags on now, and then flies away at others….funny….one can never peg down time really.