Monday, September 28, 2020

standing off

standing off alone
waiting? ...maybe watching
long deep Marlboro pulls
rolled up western cut Wrangler shirt
beat up cap pulled down tight
worn in (almost worn out) boots

standing off alone
waiting? ...maybe watching 
long deep breaths - slow and quiet
tattered edged flowing robe
hood pulled down low
worn in (almost worn out) sandals


Wednesday, September 9, 2020

long form

keep yer tweets
your little thoughts...
unless it is a blessing 
building me up 

I'll take that - sure I will
otherwise...
let's sit
dig in deep
connect 
construct 
savour this long form
free form discussion

aside:  the tired monk leaves the scene
           returns with a bottle  - two glasses
           proceeds to proffer a heavy pour
           the campfire simmers 

Thursday, September 3, 2020

Flamenco - the Poem

 


No
...well most days
my super capacity to love can waver
sputter
start slow

it'll bounce back
maybe by Wednesday  - please check back then
you may even get a smile
tucked in under this black cloth mask

it take hits you know
unknowns, catastrophizing, tinges
of existential parking lot angst,
lingering sadness

anyways - you know 
i talk too much
i love you



Tuesday, September 1, 2020

Small Town Bringdown - the poem.




Swinging down the road
guitar, and a 12 of OV
nodding heads and smiles 
in each passing car
  they know

digging our style
long hair, plaid
Levis red tab jeans
(or the occasional Wrangler)
boots on feet 
big strides moving quick  
to the Friday night party
 
friends packed in type
just room enough to strum n'stomp
heat and cigarette smoke
flow out 
curling up and away
intertwined with chords
and laughter

Thursday, June 4, 2020

edge

pulling up tight
rusty VW bumper "riding the ass" of an F150
swerves - horns - fingers n'fury out on the roads

parking lot brawls
hauling lone golf clubs outta the back seat...to get the message across
left over heat
from a near fist fight in the granola bar aisle

cities burning
masks hanging on rearview mirrors
blue glove in the ditch

we are
on edge

Sunday, March 22, 2020

saint's prayers

just a thread
 a thin one at that
a torn shred of hope:
thinking about the saints
praying over this one

i too offer up mine
a tiny offering
one robe
one bowl
one tired monk prayer

peace

Saturday, February 8, 2020

canines


shih tzu, twin pomeranians,
and romping sheepdog paw prints
 scattered all over
 the de facto dog park

from deeper in the forest
  coyote tracks cut straight
  through the new snow