
I can pull, bend, or
fold this day. Contort the hours
in mighty ways. Yet
still I loathe it. I
want silence all around me,
too. Can’t share in haikus.
I can pull, bend, or
fold this day. Contort the hours
in mighty ways. Yet
still I loathe it. I
want silence all around me,
too. Can’t share in haikus.
No stones to mark them.
No lilies to view. It’s as
if nobody knew.
Let’s play a game. I’ll
slide it in. Yes, it’s a sin.
You don’t cry. I’ll lie.
Pointy ore intru-
der in my vein. Maverick
mask. Feel good. Sleep. Pain.
Ice cold Corona
in hand, sun hitting hard on
boat and me: twenties
Water, 2000 sunblock,
sun and gravity stuff slides
down, two greys breed: fifties
(Not that I would know yet 😉)
Change your ATTITUDE!
Everyone says, “It’s
all in your head.” Could be right
Smile bright. It’s alright!
There’s this place that I
go to get clear, strong, silent, NO,
No, no- can’t tell. Church.
Change your ATTITUDE!
Everyone says it’s all in
my head. Could be right!
Small pieces of crap,
Snag belongings as I nap
Seem a small mishap.
Your Sorry holds no weight.
I can’t control your gnarled fate.
Not the Judge just weight.
Heaving, heaving for
no reason. Head starts pounding.
One-eyed Jack. The trots.