Tilt

So she has started her trip
back north…
this is not news.
She does this
every year.
The only way
we can ever truly miss her
it’s when she has been gone
for some time.
I’m okay
with that.
Even as she heads north
She will engage us
with her warmth.
I will find solace
in her slow departure
as I bask
in her glow.

Five O’Clock

It isn’t just me,
is it,
who watches
as the news
celebrates
today’s disaster?
Do you see it,
too?
They show concern
and beg our understanding
but we all hear
the notes
of a siren-song,
that entices
fear.
well,
I’m not fearful
of shadows
and taunts.
The world often sucks:
no insight needed.

God he’d be SO fat by now!

…but I wanted him
to get fat….
I wanted him
to try the blues
one more time,
to do a country-rock
album…
some shitty
solo
project.
I wanted him
to re-embrace
the poet
within.
I just wanted
that he not die,
not snuff-out
that light
singing
from inside
his darkness.
I would love him
fat…
bloated,
and
still giving.

Oral

It is not meant to be pretty,
this;
It is scrubbing,
thrusting,
whisking
and nearly gagging.
Your mind must wander
even as your hand
must hold the task.
The spittle will drop
and the throat constrict
with each stroke.
So it is perfected,
this craft,
this routine,
that welcomes the sun
and sees it to bed.

$300 kicks

Most often
We have no choice
but to follow
the rules
of an authority
(whether at gun-point
or threat of penalty).
We do,
however,
have the choice
to ignore
the will of the crowd
of which we are part.
I don’t dislike
the staid conformity
of the suit-and-tie;
it is the expression
of authority
on your choice…
but this trendy
dishevelment
annoys me.
It is proof
that you
have chosen
to follow
all
on
your
own.