I hope that you will smile today
and give yourself a break.
A smile can be great medicine.
It helps when hearts might ache.

Perhaps, if you try hard enough,
the smile becomes a grin.
And when you've worn it long enough,
you'll feel it grow and then...

The grin becomes a chuckle
and it then becomes a laugh.
And everyone will wonder if
you've made a social gaffe.

For laughter is contagious
and it helps to get us through.
Here's hoping that today will bring
some happiness to you.

A moment cuffs you in the face
like Newton's overstated apple,
and the evening dissolves
into sharp, steady resolve...
You think about the extra drink you should have drunk,
the song you should have sung
and the man whose touch y so missed...

The Muse had disappeared.
**** Muse.

Every time you try to find news you want to *****,
not just a little, but expel the very core of emptiness out of you,
and you picked a fine time to stop swearing
because there is a man whose feel you have so **** missed...

The stars continue to twinkle across the Northern Sky,  
oblivious to the bouncing of our big Blue Ball,
un-answering dreamful wishes;
though, there are other stars lying closer to your heart,
a fresh start and the barbells below...  
And you realize
life is found in the letting go...

And the Muse reappears, smiles an aching, wondrous, Hello.

Sometimes I can feel my brain
Stretching and screaming
To get out.
It wants to hop off the
Meat wagon
And go on an adventure
Of it's own.

hung up ribbons and stained hooked cups
tucked up bedspreads unworn livery of lust
watching as slowly I let you disappear
knowing your strength I resign into fear
mirrors, pills, bike rides to fill-up-days
here without much
a swig on alcohol free beer.

watching the blackbirds, gone
knowing the words, dried
you know you left with my repose
I still have my brilliant green emerald
but who retains these jealous, green prose?

An alcoholic struggles to find inner peace.
His seat curved to his figure.
Beer and buffalo wings plaster the walls with their aroma.
The lights are dim. Intimate.
A quiet understanding is there amongst patrons.
Life is a disease cured by a drink.