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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.