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We seek to pass the time as if
to rid ourselves of trapped
discomfort, somehow brought on
by the excess of it, rather
than cherishing the little we have,
blissful in its scarce passage.

We speak of passing time as if
it were a leisurely pursuit,
but in truth, it passes us
too fast to slow and lounge with us.
In truth, we must rise and ride,
lest we chance falling behind.
I would spend more time on this, but, you know, I havent the time.
Can you come out and play.
Or do you have plans today.
I'm only asking for a friend.
Best wishes she does send.
She watches you work outside.
While you're pimping your new ride.
Wishing you'd call her on the phone.
Or are you happy all alone.
She'd love to take in a show.
Taking things so easy and slow.
Then she'd kiss you goodnight.
In her dreams you hold her tight.
Her dreams are all she knows.
As far as this love goes.
But she will wait around for you.
Until the time is due.
Nauseatingly comforting,
making me wonder,
if I’m addicted
to this suffering.
All is a cycle I must break
I love nature

It loves me back

Rain plays the music of nature

Bees hum its songs

Butterflies dance to nature's tune

Flowers bloom in the sun

They all make me smile.
Music isn't the same anymore.
The purity and grit are gone.
It's mechanical and cold.
I remember the days of
records and record players.
The crack and pop, the
sizzling booming bass that
rumbled in my soul.

I think of a song, let's say
something by Zeppelin.
I close my eyes and smell
the ****, see the
blacklight poster on
the brick basement walls.
I lift up the needle and
ramble on.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwmDj1yF6LA
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry from my books, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, and Sleep Always Calls.  My books are available on Amazon.
Writing is my lighthouse when
I'm lost at sea in the
dark fog
among the sirens singing their
seductive songs.
It is my net
that catches fish to feed
me when I'm starving and afraid.
An albatross silently looms, while
waves swell and break against my
raft.

The kraken yawns and waits,
but the words and lines tow
me safely to shore.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Noa4ztEUFDA
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I do poetry reading from my books, Seedy Town Blues, It's Just a Hop, Skip and a Jump to the Madhouse, and Sleep Always Calls.  They are available on Amazon.
In place of shadows
sunspots and creases
an embankment the gray of day seizes
      nailed to peril as a savior
      pushes out all traces in its labor

Dust and smoke
--the heartless void
above the faded ring of hope
      say a sated prayer
      for your fellow wayfarer

I'll shield your body between
the rays and surface
I'll be your dark clouded step
     when your own feet fail to purchase
     into the ground they sink
~
Two minutes of perseverance
two minutes of curiosity

Seeking out life
returning with ingenuity

It's all about surfaces and thresholds
and winter hemisphere

Each of us wants so badly
to be that next satellite

Or at least be allowed
to dream we're a small dark spot
moving across the Sun's face

~
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