November 12, 2014
Follow steam as it floats
On our daily commute,
Orange eastern horizon,
Thoughts of warm soup.
Eyes locked on the bus
Swaying back and forth,
Come along on this ride,
Again, feeling so north.
Travelling tainted ways,
Thinking of pins and pine,
Bundled people walking-
Beyond the glass, outside.
Seasons to be discussed,
Roads to pass as we go,
Men in boots and gloves
Shovel hard at the snow.
Now these sitters travel
Careful as what to pack,
Each to make way here,
In hopes to make it back.
What more could we ask?
What more could we ask?
November 4, 2014
Minus an hour,
In the cold wind that blows,
Under moonlit skies.
Trees spoke to shadows—distant,
As the wind rustled
Through long hung dried leaves.
-A paper-rattle crescendo.
Night fell in the Fall;
With these empty halls, abandoned stairs, to exit doors freely.
What a season came in,
What off cry sustained.
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 7, 2014
Another day to have,
Shower, eat, read, be -Exist…
Only after we wake.
October 6, 2014
Another book to read,
Language, words, grammar and punctuation;
Literally, a fine luxury.
October 3, 2014
Even the morning seems acutely somber
Broad clouded skies hold steady longer
Green leaves thick ripped from their place
Void departed relatives we save nigh space
Juxtapose this deep cutting- chilled contrast
Waiting for summer’s waning neb to fast pass
Vexed by cruel and unrelenting, stiff nature
Fool-heartedly with their lives they wager
On a single day we wish to stay the same
On forcible winds we wish to have changed
Man can live amongst this time and watch,
As he winds the seasonable swift ticking clock.
September 22, 2014
King of Notecards
Working so hard
Obsessed with syllabus
And what’s killing us
Read a book
Write a story-
Become moved… (episteme and glory)
Ruling Notecards to
See memory through
How about you?