Am I?

Am I a winter's day?
Am I a watermelon?
Am I a dog off its leash?
Am I the rind, the pulp or the juice?
Am I a metaphor or a simile?
Am I a one-way street or a cul-de-sac?
Am I a french fry or an onion ring?
Am I snoring?
Am I too full of the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way?

Tanka I

Life is like a book
A choose your own adventure
Someone writes my tale
But the twists and turns are mine
My choices make the middle

Nonsense I

Kings in cabinets

with shoes that shine

Pandas drinking turpentine

Whales in wagons

with spindly spears

Flowers growing out your ears

Hogs on horses

with loaded dice

Crabs and lobsters stealing rice

Bats in Boston

with credit cards

Dancing carrots taunting guards

All the While

You wend your way down the winding road

Wandering all the while

Towards wishes that whisper on the wind

Wondering all the while

Why roads tend to bend and never end

Why there's no getting where you're going