my fire burn

been awhile
since eye been
outside under
moonlight
this late
wondering every day
do eye still have it
to be the writer
have eye been pretending
fooling eye-self
all these years
listening to the crackle
as my fire burns. . .

outside at midnight

outside in the moon light
nearly too dark
to see out here
moving the pen
can't see the lines
smoke from the fire blinds
for a moment
could eye ever see
outside so bright
standing and leaning
against the railing
wish I could figure it out
also until then keep on
outside with new thoughts
finding the muse
so late but just in time
to write on the railing
hunched over in the moon light...

bright moon tonight

another night 
thoughts take me out 
on the porch
every place i have ever lived 
has had a porch
it's 1125 now 
still drinking coffee
need to find the balance
gotta just enjoy 
the moonlight
thats all

nothing concluded 174

pie day

without ice cream
plain and simple
nothing concluded
no matter where
 
sitting somehow
facing west
always a part
of my day
spent in thought
 
planes above
and no sirens
watching last years
leaves blow
across the back yard
 
bigger now
maybe just
less crowded
muddy so it
appears deeper
 
than actuality
finding it within
to break out
and onto
new pages
 
nothing concluded
or written
constant work
in progress
continuous
 
uphill battle
no matter
which side
of the street
I live on now
 
only eight minutes
have passed
and it has become
eight minutes darker
nothing concluded...