poems

got some stories to tell
got some scores to settle
Is it 12 noon yet?
never drink in the morning
unless I’ve been out all night
then there’s no tomorrow

there’s nobody left to blame
we just ran out of feeling
the impossible became possible
the tears have all dried
you were my desire plateau
my raven in flight
we came out of nowhere
we crashed but didn’t burn
let’s celebrate the highs
there’s to many to count
a beautiful love affair
a moment in time…

you get it after 50
not before
less hair perhaps
more money in your 401K
which is better you wonder?

you say you want the truth
but only if it’s your truth

tried to find a way to know you again
— too many years had passed

can’t talk about the weather
can’t talk about our jobs
can’t talk about our lovers
can’t talk about the mundane any longer

gave you friendship
gave you connection
gave you a reason to know me again
What did you give me ?

Truth when you were drunk
It’s not good enough….

definitive
unsure
maybe

god bless you
if you believe
bless you
if you don’t

paper or plastic?

I am a neighbour
with open gate,
me is a glutton
not pulling his weight,
I am high
like a drifting cloud,
me down below
has the mind of the crowd
filtering, straining,
tangled in knots,
while I like a kite
am free from the lot,
me is the cause
of each scattering part,
I am the grief
of a broken heart,
me is the sport
of a sickening ill,
I am the vulture
devouring the kill,
me is the grasp,
the grunt and the spit,
I am the truth
of a bottomless pit,
me is the sleuth
discovering loss,
I am the meaning
of uroboros.

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walking my dog
same path everyday
would like to change routes
but she digs in and says no

every morning I see the same workers
they gather in front of the same building
then disperse to the buildings they maintain
“good morning” is all that needs to be said

as you get older you have to be grateful
for the everydayism you rejected in youth
the comfort of everyday tasks
the simplicity that is our personal connection

would have blasted me for writing this 30 years ago
maybe even 20
forced change is sometimes good
but am grateful for the everyday I can hold onto……