sunday night

been awhile 
again 
since i had anything to share
my life 
still uneven 
which of course makes it odd
my cat is missing 
and i didn't think it would make me sad
but it has...

nothing concluded 180

anyone still awake

even though
the night might
be smoky too
everyone might know
 
something about
where he has been
going back to the basic
balance finally achieved
like Kaleidoscope Wine
 
nothing concluded
right back to the beginning
and over and over
sounds from beyond
the tree line
 
luring him
into a vanishing state
nothing concluded
tonight the bike ride
was a solo mission
 
accomplished with
no goal in mind
rain after sun
then sun that follows
much appreciated
 
spinning with the dizzy
strokes of the pen
and when will
the world around us
crack
 
back to waiting
for a return to the porch
holding my torch
and thoughts
always random...

hang em to dry at midnight

the bug zapper zapped so many times

I stopped counting keeping a vigil on the back porch

well into the night can of gasoline

and Buddha by my side

maybe four hundred

like I said I stopped counting

as John Connolly comes to mind

if I didn't know better

I would say it was raining

what do I know

I hang 'em to dry at midnight...

sticky

706/2008 (1130pm)

suddenly I don't have the use

of three of my fingers

numb and losing communication to the brain

outside

no roof over where I write

stagnant water nearby

attracting insects

it's a humid night

the kind you would describe as sticky

suddenly I don't understand why

things happen the way they do

why ask questions when no one

has the answers more questions

as the writer comes to the bottom

of the page and his cup simultaneously

what do you think about that?

backwards walk off the deck

and the grass is soaked

as the humidity makes the air

as thick as the cloud

the writer sits in...

keep it loose

held into the clouded sky at night

alone trying to figure it all out

side where nothing can keep me

from writing all the wrongs

from morning until night

reveals the darkness

and clearly many stars can be seen

held high above the head

offering thanks and praises

for all that has been given to me...

nothing concluded 179

and where it belongs

at last
nothing concluded
smile and finding
balance
 
here at home
in a new place
seven months in
couldn't think
wouldn't dream
 
being anywhere else
so eye breathe
smoke like a dragon
even though
the night might too
 
anyone still awake
can't even find the lines
so faint fall down
and rise up
with conviction
 
nothing concluded
just continued
another day
with the most
beautiful ever...

what happened

when did everyone stop

giving a shit about everything

gas at the pump wouldn’t be

$4/gallon if we gave a shit

enough to take a stand

say something

anything

speak your mind

eye share the broken tooth

scream out loud from the roof

we need to be change

to win the info-war

and to keep up the fight for truth

one way or another

and before another word

ask all over again

what happened

when did everyone

stop caring…