Kludge Happens

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, how schizophrenic you make me.

Your branches cry for green and red.

My golden birds bring joy instead.

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, your look is ever-changing.

The balls and stars keep falling down.

Your “beauty” makes me want to frown.

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, our friendship is obsession.

No ornament can stay in place.

All I see is the empty space.

Oh Christmas Tree Oh Christmas Tree, you are a great big Kludge to me.



The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W. Service | Poetry Foundation

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
— Read on www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45081/the-cremation-of-sam-mcgee

One of my favorite Ballads!


My head encounters changing spaces

Bits of silver rush, blowing my mind in the quiet gale

What will I think tomorrow

Summer Morning

A memory from somewhere here and gone

Lime sherbet raspberries and cream

Held forever eternal like a love song

Summer morning…