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

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

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

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

Whisk(e)y Nights

delicate highland single malt
swirling in Glencairn glass
rich flavour layers
touches of peat and oak
sweet Scotch warmth
measured
savoured

...other times
it's a generous pour
of Jamesons
in a kitchen juice glass