street lamp halo
glows
black and white
pouty girls

trouble
doused in patchouli
and misty rain

footsteps

intrigue in a panama hat

the shift:

a sultry stance,
the deal, the dance

(fear,
a luxury ill afforded,
but that "sooner or later"
comes to pass)

one makes Johnny happy
the other,
never makes it home

Life tempo

The sun comes, shooting golden lines of light,
then birds flew, while the grass curdle dew and
moisture, and most man are not slow to wake,
and bits of chores and jobs done, the bells rang,
the bellies fed and children roam schools and
streets and getting warmed up,

Some mornings
I wish I could wake up
a few hours before work started,
and not lose the entire day to it.

I wonder if everyone,
the grizzled machinist,
the mechanic,
the soldier,
the dancer,
has the same self - doubt that I have.

I'm at an impasse:
do I give my children
the space they seem to want,
or call them?

My daughter wants nothing to do with me,
and while my son appears eager to spend time
it can take him weeks to return my messages.

I'd start looking up articles
on pastors who recovered their ministry
post - divorce,
but I don't even have the energy.

Woe, woe is me;
I don't even want to live in Ohio any more.
But where would we go,
my lovely young bride and I?
I'd move to Ireland at this point,
but would settle for something a bit closer.

I'll try and sleep
for another hour or two,
before going back to the grind
for nine more days.

In hope
is where Gods dwell
we must not keep it a secret
the power that be
sees

God is an imagery,
a pillar to hold
when none is as solid
to behold

I composed poetry since eons
I dwell in smaller mercies
Humour mostly as life without it
is crap really

We all come to face the music
some last long enough
some brave it
many like me,
who are, deaf
can only smile
at those who fail to convince...

CRYSTAL FEVER

I don't know where
these words
will take me
I follow the colors
of my mind.
a darkness opens
to sparkling crystal lights.
and what I see is
clear and wondrous.
and there was the Music....

No sin
When mind has blunted
and
thoughts run wild
behold the sky
look outside
and
see who stands besides
the heaven the earth and sky
to hold you
for a while

You will find no one
most of the time
then hold it
I will come
said the voice
who is it
we ask silently
it conveys 'tis
HIS

outside the beam
living on the breadcrumbs
but in the fridge is
cream And the jar of
ambrosia..The Instant
of coffee

Gritty grey grind
and sparks
dripping

mind milling

creeks cold cup drinks
the reedy wind
is Rust candy
under this bridge
snow the color of
linoleum
in summer redundant
with an earthen dank
Creosote ties
metal grease of the
track

Sadness clings
striving in the fleshy
curve of hope
sings in the water
falling through a stone
culvert
Moans through plastic
slats chain link about
the welding shops yard
A taste of bitter smoke
glitter in the lighters rasp
cupped by cold hands
a cherry flavored cigarette