Doubt I’m the one to ask
For what to say to your kid.
Waiting to be a kid no more.
A hard spot, for both of us.
Far from advice, not only wrong,
but ignored before forgotten.
They’ll find their own truths
The heritage of
Years and tears.
Only friends only friends
Only they
Don’t mind what’s said.
With flesh and bone
worth
so ****** much more
Than gold.
To get by, you’ve got
To try
things you’re told.
And hear
how many times that
The ice you’re walking on
Is this ****** thin.
Should you decide sometime
To give in and look
back, maybe what I say
will be mostly true. There is
more luck needed than
ever ever you get.
Sep 29, 2021
Sep 29, 2021 at 3:51 PM UTC
Imagine me,
my hair combed
back like a row
of raked hay.
Imagine me,
smiling like
I knew some
secret seen only
by the trees.
Imagine me,
feeling so limber
I could reach the sky
from here.
Imagine me,
heel against the
wall, foot lifted
like a stork
so satisfied and
hard to
wait for what will
happen next
in the day.
Imagine me,
heart so big
when walking by,
the road would
turn to gold.
Imagine me, soul solid,
swinging to a tune
gliding
on the dance
floor.
Aug 2, 2021
Aug 2, 2021 at 10:55 PM UTC
Thanks don’t buy bread
Sorry ain’t going to
get me high. Let my
friends alone you want
Me off your sidewalk.
My heart is black as
your espresso.
I want to rise above
the Metro’s airflow. You
can eat your
ticket to a business
class.
I need a soak
The river doesn’t
need oil from
your pleasure boat.
Hell might be
Colder than
my **** on the
ground this
winter. Wrap
Yourself in velvet
inside the walnut
coffin. It might
smooth
the bumps along
the asphalt heading
to the cemetery.
Aug 1, 2021
Aug 1, 2021 at 11:44 PM UTC
You can see him now.
Or anytime for a while.
I may not care about
anyone including myself.
But, I remember him earning
two bits an hour
and before christmas
some more.
Sweeping the shop
once the barber
was paid and the
customer trudged
through the
falling snow.
I can see him now
you said.
I wonder if the thin
pull over, once white,
its weave, full, but wrung
on the
porch wash tub between
wood rollers until loose
at the collar and grey
in its color.
I can see his face
without knowing how
it feels in the locked
glass case at the
postal office, staring
out, no reward offered.
I can see you too.
It is beyond even a
single tear, so many
already dried like his
shirt that hung, until
he woke, a white flag,
Oh I mean gray
giving up in one
way but, in another,
running from
the misdemeanors or
whatever they rate them.
On some numbered
road until he is
ripped away like the
piece of clothing
dry on the line.
And on the straw
bed, until released
from laboring,
supervised only in
his body but not
his mind.
Jul 30, 2021
Jul 30, 2021 at 11:49 PM UTC
It kept burning.
one candle that
held the wish.
maybe to keep
the others from
the dark.
A shrug unapparent
to most,
for the gift
with your name
on it.
Maybe to build
humility.
A heart may
hold me along
with another.
One
anxious child
amongst the smiling waves
on the gangplank
shudders, color of
the white life saver.
Maybe it hangs like
decoration not
to bob in the cold
ocean.
Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 7:39 PM UTC
I think all will
again be well when
the garden begun
before unforcasted
change have you
Back again to then
connect
The dreams of your
Father and talents
of the family.
I think that the
direction can be changed
releasing in
centrifugal loss
that not needed,
to become more
like Saturn, in
a ring about the planet.
I think you will,
once the swirling air
settles, know
why you were called
then, for no more
than one clear minute.
And that moment
Is maybe more but
no less than
nights, than mornings
and in between,
spent in the
eye of the hurricane,
grasping for an
answer to
hold on to.
Jun 19, 2021
Jun 19, 2021 at 5:00 PM UTC
You can shake free
Get away from
Someone's wrong
reality
You can go your
Way
Don’t care about what
They say
You’re gonna get there
You’re gonna get better
Take that walk up
It’s not that much
but only yours.
It’s your chair and
Your air, give it
Your touch, why
Rush, you’re
Gonna get there
You’re gonna get better
Take that brush, take
That light, make the
Life you’ve thought
About. Crumple the
paper, pitch the verse
Try again, so its you,
And No-one else
You’re gonna get there
You’re gonna get better.
It’s a revelation or
Maybe simple
Information. You
Work, you think,
You strum, the night
Comes quick and
Tomorrow you’ll
Learn another trick.
You’re gonna get there
You’re gonna get better.
Jun 3, 2021
Jun 3, 2021 at 9:12 PM UTC
With the blinds
half open, the office
is cool, in the after
noon.
There is
little money now,
less than even last
year.
At least the
fair is opening.
A day, a night
with twirled
candy.
I’ll drive,
no I will.
The conversation
has not changed
since last year.
I wonder why
the flag’s
half high
where
the school’ll
be empty
for a month
or more.
I hope the
aproned gal
will serve
the lunch just
the same as
last year.
May 31, 2021
May 31, 2021 at 4:35 PM UTC
Just in case, you know
what I mean, before
I die, I want
to live in a beautiful
place. Just in case.
Before I can do
no more, you know
what I mean. I want
to explain myself
through my acts. Just
in case.
Just in case,
I want to zero out
the mistakes. If they
will be re-lived,
you know what I mean,
Just in case, I want
to have a wish, like
finishing what won’t
be otherwise done.
I don’t know what
it is and shouldn’t.
Still, just in case,
you know what I mean,
I want
to take communion,
before I die.
Before I die
I want to unclear
my thoughts.
You know what
I mean, with a
fine cocktail,
a breeze on
the terrace,
A sun that
rises and sets
without telling
what comes next.
May 4, 2021
May 4, 2021 at 2:12 AM UTC
It isn’t anything more
than you know.
It is not
questions with
unwanted answers.
No, it is not wanting
to be in love,
not here in this place
and not in paris
either.
Unlike the past,
the future is clear.
Unlike
being in love, you are
someone
you once wanted to be.
Seeing you through
a sealed window,
holding a ticket
to a true one.
I stay on the ground,
looking
without
sorrow from rented
rooms
waiting for
the next waves
across
the boardwalk and
sand
and not wondering
how
a heart will break
tomorrow.
Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 7:58 PM UTC