month expires

35 minutes left this month

new month begins now

in 34 minutes

lots to say

new responsibilities

and new thoughts

watch the dog

sleep curled  up

on the BBQ grill cover

out here on the deck

the silence is so loud

29 minutes sitting

within the creativity

cloud found growing

behind blueberry bushes

backyard garden

plenty to say to anyone

still awake this late

anticipating 2011

and riches it will bring back

everything thought to be dead

new life 22 minutes

as the cats sits

back on his perch

all majestic like

an eagle or lion

definitely not a former indoor cat

split between

space and time

cat-like reflexes

probably because

he is a cat

                        maybe not...

crooked verse

gotta git real close

to the page to see

the lines so that

it doesn't come

out too messy and the kids

might bicker

all night long as we chill

everything else is secondary...

london-derry, new hampshire

camp ground seventh

grade maybe

twelve thirteen years old

when it seemed as though it would

stay simple forever...

reaching far back

and you still gotta git

really close to understand

where this mind is at

ten thirty on a Saturday night

outside as often as possible

before cold months come and

I am forced inside to move the pen

gotta git closer I guess

wasted two whole lines

because my reverse eye disease

and not-so-steady hand

scribbles away while the rest

of everyone remains

content inside all year long

it's okay no matter

we all pick our favorite

spots to ourselves watching and

listening and waiting then

changing everything upside down...

touch your face when you wake

the breeze is just enough to keep

the bugs away watching the pool shrink

and a shirt will take on a life of it's own

Joe Hanson even though it isn't his last name

it's where he's from so it's the name

he gets he says it's going to be a cold winter

and I said to Joe “it's fucking August, one month

at a time please.”

the breeze isn't going to be enough to keep

the muggy air from hanging overhead

until the sun rises again

next morning new refreshed

day off doing some paint work

together we can do whatever

we need to do and then some

the breeze sings me to sleep

in your arms tonight

and every one to come

on schedule to wake the next morning

touching your face

as we fall asleep tonight until

it becomes daylight again

but this breeze blown silence

is getting louder still

as the night wears on

the breeze blows beautiful...

nothing concluded 181

counting down the pages

until the next
just like the rest
with a few more
days added on
 
nothing concluded
further on down the road
still riding the bike
instead of getting
four wheels
 
of my own
hear voices through
the glass door
and walls
not sure what
 
they are saying
hope it's all positive
don't want to feel
as though
eye make my life harder
 
when to keep
my own voice down
obstacle course called life
nothing concluded
and more in love everyday...

inspire every night

cool breeze hits square
in this sweaty face
humid under hood
hair unkempt again
cool breeze one year ago
secret lingo
wonder if anyone will notice
the pool is shrinking
we all share these presents
before September
just how it's got to go
cool breeze
all I need to motivate
each day and inspire every night...

write by the cat

by my right hand

holding this pen

sits my cat

whiskers brushing my knuckles

as I hold the pen

two paws folded

on the page eyes closed

purring so I will bring

him inside once again

when it gets cold

he gets up to check things out

moves to the railing

to the right

mother / son conversation

a mumble through sliding glass door

two days left of summer vacation

never a good thing

had seventeen of those feelings

only remember the last couple of them

school is a joke in two thousand eight

and for many years to come

a watchful eye on what’s going on

all around slightly above

where I hold the pen here

suddenly squinting as wind

brings my smoke over his head

a big stretch and a jump

to the floor

as if he got booted off

the table…

cavity

the hole goes deep

into the nerve at least

faaahk!

it hurts and feels broken

becomes the minds focus

gives me a headache

and the urge to go to bed

smoking this cigar

outside under the blanket

of a summer night

the fire pit is unlit

can’t be up too late

no fire gotta be up

early for work

faaahk!

it’s what my alarm

makes me say

first thing in the morning…

string a few words together

just needing to string a few words together

in between puffs on the cigar

and sips from the coffee

listening to young ones complaining

that they don't want to do work

a class of us and we might all be fools

right before the end of the day

bedtime thoughts at the end of a long day

work and much contemplation

many coffees later in a smoke filled car

he used to ride all over town spend most

night sitting down and loving every moment

as we grow together string a few words together

listening to all the kids scream to get some

attention can't understand why they don't appreciate

what they have each moment...

must go

have my own room

in the tree sometimes

sitting top step on a rock

looking down into the river

everything's wet as if it rained

the stars are as bright as

if they were right in front

things must change

sometimes mysteriously

and without warning

sitting waiting getting nowhere

as fast as possible

stand stretch and go...

color dream

finally dreaming in color

everyday is a miracle

that may sound strange

like the squeak of a pen

historically documenting

what life becomes

when determination picks up

where inspiration started

the hand will never stop

even when thumb goes weak

it's too important too

intentionally wishing

a dream reality and proof

anything is possible...

one eye spark

watching the dog sleep
only light being the one
eye spark still dark
where eye park
the truck turned car
and I will walk no
matter how far it is
from here to there
and right on back
beautiful thoughts
we've already made
a stack as high as we could get
with the amount of time
we've been given
upside down and backwards
is how eye was living
everyone is walking
the usual walk
standing tall up on
the jagged rock
the boat right over into the sea
where we will sail forever...