Sloppy steps
take a walk out the door.
Take a little sample for something more.
Give yourself a look around.
Take a spin; round and round.
Slip, trip, and find your path.
Off for a ride; outward bound.
Freezing rain & slippery streets;
beats the hell out of
dingy air and stained sheets.
Unknown figures and shivers
in your spine.
Capturing images for a story in
Better Times.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
I've got a boneless back
& vision hazed black
around the edges.
Pushed to the edge
& back around again.
A beginning never marked;
shrouded in fog.
Cluttered thoughts at home
w/ no cause to listen.
Glistening with an utterance
of time ill spent;
orchestrated within a hollowed head.
All power to the engines.
Full speed ahead.
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 2:49 PM UTC
Reoccurring themes and
new beams of light breaking through
the cloud cover to shine down on
the streets and trees around me.
Casting a shadow where my
stillness used to be.
But for me,
there's a theory left in there
& you'll see the trees begin to bend.
Tend to the seams
& trap the light.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
That's enough food for thought.
Take a swing at it, she said.
You're good enough
to get something done.
There's a fluttering in your eyes
& a coldness in your sighs.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
Black cat omens &
black cat fireworks
scattered about the porch.
My house: packed to the gills
with sand and dandy little
tangled rubber band *****
What does this mean &
why bother with finding out?
Just in general; ask around.
Southbound and moving fast
Don't look back but watch your backtrack.
I'll have another drink or two
before this night is through.
No doubt.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
I've heard a story that is so pure and cold
it must have been harvested in a sunless
ice age.
_________________________
Kindred and distilled spirits,
seeping through the cracks in the
strangers backs and colliding among
the beds of the deep blue.
Blue eyes and stormy skies
making a flood on the floor.
Close the window and open the door.
I've never
spaced my questions
as they could be; all the words
where they should be.
I've never been to a place
that's made me feel insignificant
What's the trouble?: Now I'm here
and I'm not being subtle.
I hope that my heart is still beating
when you awake and start breathing again.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 6:00 PM UTC
I'm drunk and I'm drunk with bitterness.
One lucky man he must be;
seeing you by his side in the morning
as I once did.
How am I? My pals ask.
Never (getting) better.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC
Out of food for thought and the stores are closed.
Closed eyes and sighs tonight.
Tomorrow I'll go shopping for an idea or two;
mending my inspiration with tape and glue.
dot dot dot dadot dot. tap tap tappy.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 6:00 AM UTC
We're so much sleepier than we used to be.
So drained, so strained,
so uncreative.
It's been a blast while it's lasted,
but at last, perhaps it is time to quit.
Quit running in circles looking for miracles.
New things and new beams of light
will ignite (the tender) and give us
our sight.
(Or at least I hope.)
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC
Fickle gleaming light once shown bright
through the tunnels of your eye holes;
dreaming and deeming yourself truthful
in action and fastened in your traction
(on the Traveled Path)
A refraction, split in two.
Mind soaked in indecisive dew.
At a loss, where do the paths cross?
Crossing your mind, two zig-zagging,
spiraling,
constantly
colliding
comet tails leave debris that hails
down on the soft and welcoming
surface of the brain.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 12:01 PM UTC