two vessels lay
like the dead
watching dust
disappear
off the ceiling fan
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a beacon
There must be something better
than living in this state
like a free floating feather
I must be on my way
it just took me some time
like Jenny on the run
through city lights, a heroine
to forest I have come
to recognize the stars
on a boat far out at sea
floating through the sky
my legs have taken leave,
and behind all of the people
I’ve passed along the way
is a shining light, a ray of hope
a beacon to this day.
an easy night
Heavy rain
overhead,
fisherman stories
with Jack
and friends,
an easy night
to ease
our heads,
seasick sailors
landlocked
again.
a virgin spirit
Take a sip
than another
it’s only tonic
mixed with water
a virgin spirit
just like you ordered
so take your time
and stew, you’re
reinventing you.
Sage advice for Ken
Today
it seems
your world is crumbling
tomorrow
is your chance
to start to rebuild.
Father’s Day 2019
I breathe his breath
his air is mine
so when I cry
his tears remind
me how to love
and where to find
the strength to heal
one day at a time.
hands of men
there will always be
enough hands
to lift a boulder
or make a mess
but may there never be
enough, hands of men
to gently raise
a child
point of view
Is that a quote or a poem,
a rhyme or a love note?
Half of the time
I don’t really know.
The other half
I really don’t care.
It’s like when you know it
you know it, and when
you don’t, you
show it, in hope
that someone
just
might
be standing too,
back against the wall
just as tired as you
but able to explain
from another point of view.
bent out of shape
It’s natural
to push
and pull
and push
some more.
Getting all bent
out of shape
is healthy
I’m sure.
It’s the only
form
I’ve ever known
that’s kept me
going.
All crooked
and crazy, and
out of control
but
alive, loopy
and looking forward
to
tomorrow.
sleeping in the afternoon
sleeping in
the afternoon
dreamless
I wake
nursing a wound
which as, I
breathe
it breathes too
a porous
little mouth
reminding
me, to rise
against
the death
of sleep,
do all
I can
to speak —
and dream —
and try
once more
to heal.
Words Of An Average White Male 