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
let's sit
dig in deep
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


...well most days
my super capacity to love can waver
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