Posts tagged ‘MN’

August 28, 2015

I love coming early

Good morning Midwest,

there is joy to be found in objectively
taking the peeking sunrise,
even behind overcast clouds.

It happens so early in fact
that you can taste the shine
of the drinking fountains
lining the walls,

and last night’s perfume
carried still
in vacant halls.

That place is so early; an empty room—
soon to be filled up,

is a peaceful quiet serene,
in all feeling at present,
for a brief moment.

I stand noting the close function
to create this occasion:

I am at least 15 of 60 before any shift
worth getting paid for—

at least;

making the punctual look lazy
and the lazy look dead.

No apology here,
I can’t fix apathy, or ignorance.

I say become besties with the alarm clock,
buy stronger coffee,
cook leaner eggs.

I make my day on time
because I am running out of it,

and you didn’t even notice
while punching in.

Here’s how it’s done:

At night,
in twilight slumbers,
I dream of coming early

on most days
ending in “Y”.

August 27, 2015

The Minnesota State Fair

Be
Fair.

August 25, 2015

Amenities

Life out of Stanley
Life out of truck
Life out of city
Life with sandwich lunch

Life out of control
Life stuck inside
Life without aversions
Life between lines

And then,
Life out of time.

August 24, 2015

Choice

If the sky
is falling above you,
then move.

Easy.

August 17, 2015

Faces that were there (Less Dead)

I saw a reflection of a painting

of smiling faces
across a plastic desk display;

Each crack & line came shown,
each emotion came expressed.

And even in that brief one-off moment,
compared to vis-à-vis
with the ever-connected living,

they come across as less dead.

August 14, 2015

American Mammal

A bright sun crawls over
a hot sunroof to meet
the working day,
as bulbs on a computer screen flash,
amass the made up page.
Men and women slip
underneath, characteristics
become unaccounted for.
Unknowing they go, thinking alone,
believing in bold font & sharp tones—
subjective as fact, living each & every
day for a quick read, drink, and a sweet snack.
Then they are taken, as every other,
to a grand pasture, heaven.
Set out free on their own accord—
until a fence is met.
How quickly their heavy chains they forget,
how relaxed their time was spent.

They are mammals all the same,
animals until their dying day.

August 13, 2015

metro flood (thru it all)

and I slip into the deluge of everyday life
to pull myself out where I so choose.

August 11, 2015

Epiphany at a U Slam Event

To my astonishment
there was none—

people were content
with old formulas
and bad news.

The “best poet I know”
spoke there.

It was a real treat.

***

Knowing that,
I can sleep a lot, a lot easier.
Yawn.

August 10, 2015

untitled 10/08

The sound of white fan blades, nimble cat’s feet,
and heavy outside traffic
woke with the beeping alarm.

Monday life was on its way,
just before breakfast, shower and shave.

Pieces of inspiration fell off in stretches
and movements onto the wooden floor.

As a backdoor opened to musty wet rugs
and well watered plants,
at a place where occupants had been days away.

Coming to again as rebirth:
a second, a minute, a day, a week, a moment chance;
where we’d thought we’d be now is the past.

We were housed by such movements
of certain contraptions, waking, stirring, just as—
sounds and actions unplanned,

came over and overlapped.

August 4, 2015

Bridges of Northeast

Abandoned train bridges make for the best retreats,
Under empty blue skies which remain always there.
Cotton wood branches waved leaves as a busy fleet,
Fading summer months made all those about aware.

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