Michael Jackson, 1958-Forever

I remember being

so moved by him, by

his being who he is,

the sheerness of his voice

climbing somewhere in soft words,

skipping nothing human,

loving that he could love.

Night skies moved with his feet, stars

pocketing themselves

in and out of the stage lights:

the wonder of socks,

silver glint

sparkle

wink

twirl:

glitter moments.

Whale Scene

Down she went under the waves
And the scene was over.

Inspiration

This is for you.

Littal Buhrd #8

Oh, Littal Buhrd,
Up in da tree,
You are much, much
Higher up than me.

Littal Buhrd #7

Oh, Littal Buhrd,
Of small brain,
If I don’t find my 12-Bore,
I’ll go insane!