Posts tagged ‘midwest’

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 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.

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

October 17, 2014

Moments in Autumn

Brittle leaves chased round a bus,
Clouds layered dark, hung above.
Traffic lights; sparked and changed,
Trees kept at bent in long headwind.
Walking stiff with faces downcast,
In sweaters—sweats; cotton warmth.
Moving towards bleak and gray day,
Chilled in each windowsill opaque;
Book-bags, pumpkin spice, cigarettes, wait…

October 10, 2014

Each Blade of Grass

Each blade of grass
Rests
Different
In the sun.

Some appear blue-green,
Others appear well-done.

Scorched in noon-day sunrays,
Dancing in the wind for fun.

Each blade of grass is an individual.
Each blade of grass is but one.

October 8, 2014

Everyone has Problems

I used to have problems,
You see;
Many, to tell the truth.

I used to complain incessantly,
Until I found it of no use.

I used to have problems,
You see;
There is ample proof.

My problems are over for today
Because I made change,

It was the best thing I could do.

October 8, 2014

Blood Moon in the Morning

We live in warm beds,
We comb hair on heads.

We light smokes,
We tell new dirty jokes.

Standing in shambles,
In the sun-
Avoiding preamble,
Damage is done-

Rambling on,
-Sweet sad song.
On this;
-Waiting for a kiss.

Crunch of crisp autumn apple;
Intensity was at tenfold ample.

Camped on thought-
Completely lost…

Blood Moon coming soon, a forewarning,
And after that one must survive morning.

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