the day is done

the day is done

and the summer

is almost done

as well as he can be

at the moment

waiting for the future

to hold some certainty

again the day is done

puffing hard until the head

is cloud bound but the sky

is most certainly clear

the moon shines

and it may even be full tonight

or tomorrow whenever wherever

no doubt he will

take the time to check it out

when the day is done

tomorrow always brings more time

to the table but who could’ve known

it would come back this way again

for another look

the nights all seeing single eye

looking down to the cloud

he has created and it blows it away

like the flame on a candle in the window

whichever direction

the night takes him is where

he is going and it’s more of a challenge

to try to focus under the enormous cloud…

around this time

around this time

every night

the eyes began to cross

paths with lines

were intended

for these words

start to end

every thought done

up in the mind

with little time to spare

for thought with registered

approval cooked up in a lab

somewhere rather within a cloud

mistakenly misjudged

upon arrival

around this time

he starts to worry

suddenly revealing too much

a weakness which maybe

used by any known enemy

waiting in whatever car driven

the Friday night fireworks

are on time this week

but around this time

the eyes get weary

and the wind carries the sound

all the way across town

from west to east

opposite the sun behavior

and how long will the page the book

stay empty explosions quicken then stop

all of a sudden wishing more

read the shirt as he headed for home

how long until the catch

up to the criminal inside

the town that won’t admit

instead of a self-inflicted

label both city and one filled with champions

how does anyone know

if it’s truly the case

could be tried but the verdict

may not be pleasing

around this time

every night from now on…

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apparently not as much

time is as necessary

when most rest

he sits eyes wide

enough to see every sound...

tall healthy children

brought indoors

hope and good care

is all they need

nothing concluded

as if there is a point

to the chronic pen

movement after how

many years will

words become reality

exaggerating when it is

necessary to drive a point

home cutting himself off

from any outside

influence

what will it be tonight

nothing concluded

unlike any other

how long until

the flame meets

in the middle

of a thought

he tripped over

his own stupidity

and fell

to the floor

and beyond

who could

help him up

from this spot

down low

and nearly out

waiting for the rest

of us to fall too

or so he says

nothing concluded

it may be all

he knows

after all the years

to be continued

no particular

direction just going

on and on

into another

world

one tall healthy child

helped create

not exactly what many might think

what one might know

without assumption

outside all the night's

sounds are fully audible

and the dog

will bark until

he is king of the neighborhood

protecting his turf

as the night gets

darker the sounds seem

to get louder

sirens are constant

background sound

as late as eye

will remain open

a mind closed

for nearly two years

nothing concluded

since written on

two Popsicle sticks

to remember

a dead bird

from that moment

on he felt charged

with the task

of keeping it going

nothing concluded...

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voices in the dark

not my own

or any I recognize

out staring any ghost

in the dark

disappointed because

I live less than one hour

from more than one beach

and haven't visited

yet this year

room to room

searching for one

moment of silence

none to find

out it doesn't exist

alone for so long

forgot how to live

with another

thinking being

and much more

beautiful than I

nothing concluded

as always

light shining bright

from that spot

an interconnected

illumination

it's what one might

see when two

together endlessly

nothing concluded

probably not

the most appropriate

but it signifies

the continuation process

and it doesn't matter

how long it might take

days months years

still

nothing concluded

and so much

learned and stored

and shared

two ends of the same rope

untied waiting

nothing concluded

another thought

rising to the top

like bubbles around

the ice in your soda

the dog joins me on

the porch for some

smoke having no idea

nothing is concluded

barking just the same

just so he can

be loud

I swear he only barks

to hear himself

sometimes...

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over and out

stand tall and fear not

nothing concluded

as if it never left

only to return

sirens on a dog days night

even if that phrase is

merely words without meaning

thoughts without feeling

only to return

still no news from

the battle field serial extravaganza

everything on pause

no matter what the plans are

lights dim and the night is cool

over and out

somehow still here

even though the attack

took it's toll

only to return

the dog runs from

room to room

and absolutely nothing

is ever concluded

over and out...

was it 30 years

sometimes three months pass

that fast

or was it thirty years

forgotten honestly

sometimes wishing I didn’t have to

close the eyes to get some rest

after a day put half a sun burn

on the forehead beginning

and ending the day

on the same high way

knowing it’s far from needing everything

to turn out my way

it’s the nature of this beast

some nights the energy

won’t shut off

and others the eyes won’t stay open

the opposite of twenty minutes

from now on everything will be sanitized

for national security reasons

no one can figure it out

some think thirty is getting old

not too old to raise some hell

to pay for making us wait

on a sign or a leak

sometimes two hours

is gone that quick too

and I don’t wear a watch

but I know what time it is…