Coffee in hand
Bob observes from
Behind self imposed bamboo roller shades
Sun launch’s everyone’s day
Road, runway, path, sailboats just out of reach
Too hot, cold, dark, bright, wet, dry
Need to eat something
Breakfast most important meal of the day
Nothing to wear
Need a haircut already
Sink so ***** what if someone saw
Run dishwasher or wash by hand
How did the fan get ***** again
Gas $3.09 a gallon
What if there is a break in
Tomorrow will be Better
Just know it Will
STOP
Turn Around
That’s what Friends Do
Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 3:37 AM UTC
The wrong side where my kinfolk dwell,
Takes no notice of the damaged family circle,
It’s what we know, who we are,
It’s our heart.
What is poor,
What is rich,
Uptown where the bluebloods grow,
The buildings straight & new,
Maps lead the way to,
Places we don’t want to go.
Who wants to be on their,
Wrong side of the tracks,
Not Me
Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 3:35 AM UTC
Spider’s thoroughfare,
Slick with fog droplets,
Soon dry
Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 3:34 AM UTC
From Dad’s Crow’s Nest,
We walk as one the,
Well traveled path of
Father & Son.
What did you want to be,
When you grow up Dad,
How come you got no hair,
What kind of bird is that,
Is Mom still mad at you,
I’m thirsty
I Love you Dad,
There’s Grandpa.
Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 3:25 AM UTC