October 29, 2014
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 24, 2014
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 21, 2014
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 6, 2014
Another book to read,
Language, words, grammar and punctuation;
Literally, a fine luxury.
September 21, 2014
Strong Autumn winds blow in;
Through trees, on a whim- these limbs,
and shadows made of them.
Exhausted year, once again…
Biers and tears,
Free and easy,
Mind’s been cleared.
Coming up wasted and frustrated-
Elliot Smith came up roses,
Empty handed impatience,
Changing mindset with practiced poses.
Some of the best luck of all time,
Some of the unluckiest best times,
Some logic takes heavy loads off minds.
Some laziness, what!? -The awful crime.
Round corners above pavement,
On a bike,
Life is dangerous,
Backpack filled with book pages,
Summer’s gone recently, but not for long,
This weather; indifferent, right, or wrong.
The Midwest is at least unique in that it is unpredictable in clime.
And I imagine Simon and Garfunkel will enjoy their vodka and lime.
September 12, 2014
Waking each day to test my resolve
Walking around with patience
Living through the storm and calm
Resisting tumultuous agents
September 4, 2014
This lonely night,
as I scrub clean the soiled dishes.
Wet hands, same the front of my day-old shirt;
dinged pale, blotched, and loose.
Nothing in its place;
corners catching everything,
dirt sticking to the floor,
as the cat meows an indecipherable slight.
All of this would be impossible if it were tried.
Still, stifling hot,
humid as the night goes on,
sits a lonely parking lot.
There is no relief, save for another extreme; Midwest seasons.
-We know, we know.
Small things noticed under skin,
this sliver- this time, sharp and razor thin.
Walking into this empty living room
the radio addresses the score loudly.
Sitting on the couch I put my feet up,
and sink in.
Oh, what a night.
August 27, 2014
Come right past
Cool breeze day
I’m fine with that
Swing to and fro
Practiced at relaxed
Season’s change and grow
A time to retract
Life’s right now
Everyday to act
Moments of wow
Home is on the path
Astonished, reflecting the year that passed
As they say: don’t look back, don’t look back