30s. No writing…. Just Meditation. Collection. Non inked verse.
No nap, today, fought against pull and push to do so. Thanksgiving over, wife out shopping at one of those shopping special eve whatever’s. Me, home. Wine. Just finished glass of Claret. The night passed with such cruel progression. Indifference. Babies asleep upstairs. What movie do I watch, my dilemma. My life’s trouble. Think ofContinue reading
Be back… First verse done. In the mood to only free write and compose more verses, something to read, and I need to read, I know. Collect the tracks, all my poems and record them, read wherever I can. Why did I come to the coffee shop? Why did I decide to write here inContinue reading “Writing tracks.”
Start then pause, what for a— new talk, or tick Tock from a biased clock? Poetry not coming to a writer Easily this morning but that’s the game, I’m being toyed with, same, annoyed my veins, so I avoid the train of pattern And uniform, I assume no form, adorned in new theses from AContinue reading “Fawn Not”
Decide what, to not do that, be that, be like them– Path self-carved. Immense.
Circles. Thoughts and laughs And trying to keep Self young. How am I doing. Do I want To know? What’s the benefit to knowing? (8/8/17)
Not wanting to be Corralled Or controlled, only Seeing open plain and terrain So I just run, run and go to The next highest point. And me, running to the other side. Don’t put your hands on me, don’t put A rope around my necknor pulling me One way Or another. Just interact, compassion, communication–Continue reading “Like a Horse “
Have to make up for 20 years in one– Think myself no dummy, beers and rum none, Focused on the plateau, though, so where does a writer go. Understood much in the decades of undertow–
Hold in anxiety, then let it dissolve to some frothy nothing. MY day is my day, a row of gems on either side that I can just stare at and walk playing whatever tune in my head. Attitude of this, this new this for me in a sweet forever like, tah-tah-tah, tah-tah-tah… jazz in everythingContinue reading “Song Some”
Swing open, watch out. Too quick, in rush, why– Slow, slower, breathe.