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

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 

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

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