Another day to have,
Shower, eat, read, be -Exist…
Only after we wake.
Another day to have,
Another book to read,
Language, words, grammar and punctuation;
Literally, a fine luxury.
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.
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?
What day is it?
They are all the same anyway, and then they end.
And I used to use colloquialisms frequently.
Is that a fact?
Glib drab, parted ways we react.
I haven’t pressed so hard with a pen in years;
maybe at counselor,
maybe before I tasted beer.
One can easily forget- what, with all of the prescriptions: Prozac, Zoloft, Ambien, and Effexor… These are words that won’t come underlined red; that common- for the better.
Does the kid have a mental problem, or does the country have a label and pharmaceutical problem?
You be the judge__
I have this many problems: to the nth degree.
I need better; fix me.
He wrote with passion, they say that in past-tense.
He had ideas,
he used words,
spoke when they allowed,
when they told him enough(!) he didn’t make a sound.
Now he changes his ways to reflect that language is sediment.
Trash amassed at each letter’s small feet,
from history they suck like a leach,
from years ago, and now today,
the words we use have their own ways.
Each one speaks through me.
Is it a drug addict or a patient that you see?
“The doctor is ready to see you now…”
My face was clay when I looked into that mirror somehow.
we sit behind walls to pay for sitting behind walls.
Wheels spin, no gas on deck,
armies fight wars waged for black gold;
these things are related.
Glass punctures and creates an escape,
you sit roadside with a flat-tire and deflated ego.
An IED blows off a soldier’s leg,
an obese man eats a sandwich and drinks a diet coke,
a beautiful young model hates her reflection; finding flaws;
a CEO makes money.
And no one knew the half.
a book weighs down a hand,
words play heavy on the head.
Cottonwood seeds float on thick air,
tombstones bask in the sun.
So far away no voice could reach;
even so not of native tongues.
Days we have lost and the one that just began,
my toast is burnt,
furniture sits un-rearranged.
Affects leave me unchanged;
for certain of, same, -oh distaste.
Life goes on
a cat meows
a clock ticks
the heat moves in and settles down
Fall is here.
Only this time it’s without you.
I wish I could tell you about that.
Time is of the essence
We have now and others don’t
The mail comes in
Heavy, in boxes
Full of books
People count on efficiency
This is now
Time never ends, but when it does
Patrons to service
Phone calls to make
Papers to print
The life, the day, the dollar, the request
Projects and process
Building this knowledge
No one regrets
Nothing to fret
Days and what we do
Define me and you
The only proof lies in a check
Electronic deposit, hardly noticed notion
Who does anyway?
This is incredibly easy to forget.
beyond a standing open door.
Fan blows low,
violins cry; moaning- in the air.
Cat bounds, jumps,
across a dusted floor.
This motionless single-bedroom apartment, still, as mind dances the Tango.
Loved ones, phone.
rolling in the lamplight
covered in white-cloud blankets
warm in her spot.
The bed holds like a trusted hand.
shadows paint the walls and ceiling.
Torso imprints a time, right there.
past moments in my mind.