You stood there, probably cold,
in the frozen foods aisle.
Actually, you had a peacoat on.
When I first saw you,
I only saw your back.
Your hair looked wiry and blonde,
I thought you were aged and frail.

When you turned around with a gallon of milk
your face surprised me.
I was swept up in awe and stared too long.
Your eyes-- blue, kind, and calming--
rested on pillows of roseate cheeks
that looked recently swept by winter winds of New England.

You looked at me, too, but with an austere expression.
I said, "I hope the tempest of your mind
soon finds peaceful resolution in tranquil waters,"
in my head.
She walked past me
her audible rhythmic steps
made with untied,
disheveled
boots.

A beatnik
simply keeping a beat.

something has clogged
my truth within me
rusted pipes
deny me
my iv drip of honesty
the syllables that used to slip
right out
now crawl
with the echoed
tip tap
of blind rats
finding their way
to light

It
took me
losing everything
to finally realize how
much something as small
as a scrambled egg could make  
a difference in the way
you look at people,
nature, things,
even joy
Fin.

First there is the prep.
The roommate.
Wearing salmon colored pants.  
He has Shaggy from ****** Doo
On his left thigh.
The alcoholic.
She has a drinking problem.
She is in denial of her drinking problem.
She hangs out with the loners.
The loners.
Unkempt, unattractive and fat in all the wrong places.
The blond looks like Tom Petty.
The one with dark hair, glasses and braces
They live next door.
Living together but segregated. 
Wild cards.
All of us.

©Gambit '13

This age of common purpose has no purpose in this age
all I see are people fighting and dear Mister William Shakespeare, no
the world is not a stage,more a gibbet where we hang our rage,we should hang our heads in shame,Call to our Gods and beg forgiveness
but
we know that won't be happening soon we've all got used to the thought that doom is just another four letter (and I can do better than that kind of) word.

Call for peace,prepare a war what the hell are we fighting for?
Man is going down the pan and we'll all be flushed away,today ,tomorrow,not yesterday 'cause that has been and gone and we're still here carrying on as if the baby's still snug and soaking in the bath,
that's a laugh,I've news for you,we threw the baby out,it's true ,
there's nothing more now in reserve, we have got we deserve,become dependants in the digital age, full of anger,full of rage
won't someone please refresh the page
or is this how you like it?

September now,
and the year outpaces me
I race it but can't catch my breath
and coming up,fast from behind,riding a bicycle though he's blind is death,with fingers cold as ice,
and you thought sweating wasn't nice,let me sweat,
let me get a bit more time to end this race.
Death, please turn and face the other way beat me to the finish line another day
and death just nods,
two sodding dogs which lag some where in the rear,bark to let me know the end is near,
I howl they growl, a sound that no one should ever hear.

September now,
and how I've loved the months before,been up and down and loved them even more.
September Autumn song,
so long I won't hear you again
won't see leaves fall or feel the rain for I am chained to destiny,her and me, a fait accompli,the ally,she cracks the whip and I comply.

September now,how I wish it wasn't so.