after 8

driving around back and forth

on the highway just to watch

the sunset in an open sky

should have brought a camera

driving is hard enough

after 8 is enough as well

as anyone could ask for

no one knows the outcome

some wait patiently others pace

drive smoke and bite a nail or two

but after 8 it gets silly

to be standing he sits on the floor

driving home or somewhere

else that quick
stung like a finger

caught in the car door

30 seconds and blue

when he asks the professional

when the war will be over

don’t wait do it now

whatever it is make it now

no other words necessary

the war is inevitably perpetual

unless the people stand strong

and carry a big stick

stung with thought

day after day

looking into the stinger dripping

with magic inspiration

the backyard bares fruit

for the awaiting lungs

stung with compassion

don’t remember when it happened

sometime after 8…

September humidity

the fan upstairs sounds

like a helicopter getting close

sounds of a plane over head

vibrates the floor of this porch

where eye sit contemplating

the rest of the time left

lane must travel fast

to get in and out or linger

and make eye wonder

how and when

and when it’s done

eye hope he doesn’t want

to be a friend to the household

break another chair

and eye won’t charge

or pay any more

than happy to offer a hand

and it’s just a matter of time

and room to breathe proved

the lung capacity is not

fully diminished

the sounds outside

maybe confused crickets

sweat as it took until nine

to cool this September heat…

wrongs written

a lot of times

my thoughts penned

here are disjointed

scattered and slightly random

but they aren’t your thoughts

if you don’t understand

what I am saying

you are halfway there

even if I am still here writing

the wrongs I have written

probably shouldn’t

get into a second verse

or slightly random

un-punctuated paragraph

but I did so there is no stopping

it is here even when I am there

writing the wrongs I have written

it’s been tough to transition

to this spot two years

finally makes it feel like home

the revelations have been

showing up daily

like the mail funny how I never

got a letter but I will continue

to write the wrongs I have written…

nothing concluded 145

what will it be tonight

nothing concluded

unlike any other

how long until the flame

meets in the middle

the remnants of September's

past litter the mind

from then on

who or would

argue with this fact

four degrees fell

in an hour

at this rate

it will be freezing

by four am

no one else

is keeping track

most on their

way home from

cook outs

hamburgers

beer and corn

forget the watermelon

because someone

forgot to cut it

fine without

nothing concluded

within the confines

of an existence

anomalous to some

it's the inspirational

regular moments

eye want to save

for eternity in these

volumes of serial thought

it'll probably take

all my life

to get them all out

Charles' thoughts still come out

and he's been dead since 1997

could've been 1999

he was in his

seventies

nothing concluded

fully loaded

with everyday

regularity the sounds

of the end

of the summer

take me into darkness

began and will end

with a pain behind

the left eye

twitch in my right

pen in hand

as always

nothing concluded

some nights will

be more quiet

than others...