October 29, 2014

The Silverado on Blocks

In an upscale neighborhood,
There is a truck what sits on blocks;

Stuck out as a sore thumb.

Hard to miss,
Even in thick morning fog.

Standing sepia in darkness
High on taut tied stacks;
Set out afternoon before,
Recycled paper compact.

An act of sheer convenience leveled,
What leisure for these thieves.
Owner’s shocked face contorted,
When they walk out to see.

Nothing quite changes the feeling of comfort
As a thief’s malignant and distasteful way.

October 28, 2014

Prelude to Winter

Leaves or Snow,
Bring Wet or Cold.
Clouds rolling in,
Skies set to spin.
We come inside;
Fast we run and hide.
Pleading with the weather;
To make things better.
Words fall on deaf ears-
As it would appear.
With hot tea moving on,
X’d calendars check what is gone.
Oh! these brisk autumn days,
Set out to make our ways.
Til the rains change
To frosty breaths which pain.

October 26, 2014

A Toast to the Fake

Real is as real as the best fakery that could;
if it wasn’t, it wouldn’t work-
And by not working it’d prove no good.

When the fakest of fake, take the best from the most,
don’t sob in the shadows,
bask in the light,
and give them a toast!

Cheers!

October 25, 2014

Like God

If I were
Made in the likeness
Of God,

I wouldn’t
Exist.

Thank God.

October 24, 2014

Driving Around Town

Driving around town in a small truck
What is black and spots of rust
Casually burning off dewed steam
Cruising around amidst a day-dream
Remotely relaxed at assigned red stop
Cautiously avoiding few local cops
Riding through this quaint little town
One would hope to not get found
A village in rearview present
Life, time of reminiscence pleasant
Coming down for family and funerals
City opposed typical, simple, usual
Though it were anything out of the ordinary
One might even see something extraordinary
Appearance placeholder; -one’s perception
Holding wheel tight, releasing tension
Midwest-mild resulting in interpretation
Contemplate while we cross this situation.

October 22, 2014

flit.

We leave this life as flit of butterfly
When we endure beyond our purpose;
Aloof words come by which materialize,
We are left stoical, still, and wordless.

October 21, 2014

The North Shore

Drift wood lie on the ground bent
Fixed there in midday sun ease,
Exhausted on mind’s fickle intent
Hard resting, come at fast release

Visible footprints mark this stroll,
Paths we meet coming toward,
Gambling dice we take a roll
Wagering what value we can afford

Making way we wander ’round
Pleasantly procured- what sight we sought;
Relishing that which we have found,
Making play with thoughts wrought

Likewise we stand the surrounding wilderness we stare,
Taking inside us breath, becoming alive through fresh air.

October 19, 2014

The Mississippi River in La Crosse

I recall the smell of fish from the brown water
And white caps rising high—
Brown, dirty… undulating—
Ducks stood in speckled sands,
Trash mixed rock…
And a cloud passes overhead
Casting a new shadow;
Ducks waddle under the dock,
Disappear
And below they quack.
And I see boats
Moving across the River,
And waves,
And I see that water
Has been moving past.

***
Inspired by Frank Herbert’s Dune: (source: Unbroken Thread): One of Gurney Halleck’s Tone Poems for Sad Times

October 18, 2014

Success isn’t a Surprise

What we do,
and fate,
shapes the lives
that we make.

October 17, 2014

Selfie Job

Another day of internet fame

Giving our selfies to the world

Loving fake realism abound

Bright as diamonds and pearls.

We could reflect on vanity

We could unpack and unfurl

This camera lens needs a model,

Please be the next Cover Girl.

Recent Art: The Truly Amazing

Handpicked; no filter, true—why wait?

These photos; we are scrolling pages,

Even on fine dinner dates.

Selfless as one must be

To take the perfect selfie

Relax and snap that picture;

Capture your inner luxury.

Becoming as real as we are,

Face to face with the stars.

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