clockwork

Its the middle of another day
I am lazy and look up at the wall
There is no movement except the clock
that goes tic-toc tic-toc tic-toc

My mind wanders to the moving hand
to the beat that is the sign of life
eternally co-ordinated it never fails
what therefore must it entail?

Beyond the visible walls and paint
lie numerous gears and screws
as if a city chugs along right
day and night , day and night

Seemingly disparate mechanics within
appear complex and profound at first
but one thing leads to another inside
co-ordination as such seldom designed

Time and again there's a reliable face
if ever a home had one
the tic-toc-tic-toc and cuckoo songs
can brighten up my noons for one :)

who's the fairest of us all?

She lives opposite me
In a nice little room
Successful, pretty and smart
Large her reputation looms

I think she has a thing for me
She often glances my way
Smiles, winks and teases so
but with never anything to say

Me, I am a loner
No job or chores to do
Except show up with her
And respond to her cues

Once a while she blows a kiss
And those moments freeze
The look in her eyes tells me she cant
Like someone else as much as me

I try to tell her so but its strange
I am numb to my toes at her sight
Sometimes I've shadowed her all day
and until she put out her lights

Right in front of me yet so far
Years have gone by in faithful wait
If only her fragrance or touch could reach
The other side of the mirror's face

We all feel this way?

For you I say this
For you alone
That I can hardly live
When you aren't home

I forgo food and sleep
Thinking of you all day
Hoping you might turn up
If I just look there

You are bad for me
What they say is true
Yet I would happily
Trade the world for you

On the baker's shelf
You sit like a loser
You merciless dark chocolate
Can't you come any closer?

Castro Street

Sunday noon sun shines down
On a beautiful summer day
Festive air and crackling ground
Setting stage for a celebration rare

All roads lead to Mountain view downtown
If you asked they'd say Castro street
Feet big and small march together, alone
To the festival where vehicles can't reach

Fish tacos, popcorn and chips
Invite folks from their own kitchens
Beer and wine for all to sip
So the stride long is easily taken

Stall after stall as in an Arabian market
Paintings in glass, pieces of jewellery
Sparkling pottery, rich carpets
Like wake of some genie's revelry

Endless vendors try and lure
Some admire vintage cars
Swinging rings and balloons blur
The party of the year for far