Dating apps
From the cold phone
Snaps the attention
Of a lost soul
Looking for connection
A real life
Ressurection
But instead just brings
More of the same
Without any delay
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Coast to Coast Storms
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Storm brew
From sea to shining sea
A fallen snowflake
Soon will be
Joined with many others
Across the country
From Texas to North Dakota
New York to New Mexico
Here comes a late
Spring snow
A Sour Existence
A sour existence
In my inheritance
From the ones who go
Before
So we know
That the world we know
Can be a place
Of hope
Only if we choose
So
Words to Believe
Words to believe
Start with a truth
About reality
So that we can see
What potentially
Can be
A future
Probability
Today’s Malaise
Today’s whimper
Had me at the gate
From the launch
I have stayed
Out of the way
Of the moving pieces
That set me a stray
Not Yet
It’s not quite
The right time
To be full on
In our brash return
To life
So we wait
Cooped up in our domestic jungles
A sleepy bungalow
And wait for the next day
The next fact
The next phase
So go ahead and
Take today
The Big Faint
The big faint
Starts with a deep breathe
And all that you let go
Becomes blurry lines
Blurrier than the ones you know
Spiritually Roasted
Spiritually roasted
While my bread
Hasn’t even been toasted
So I think of the times
When I had a clearer
Mind
And hope that someday
Soon I can return
To the spiritual room
Damp But Alive
It’s been a cold start
To the year
Not to many things
That I can list
Of which I am overwhelmed
With happiness
I am damp
But I am alive
Doing the best that I can
From Now On
From now on
I will be better
At what I do
From now on
I will let go
Of what I can’t undo
From now on
I will look ahead
From now on
I will finish the things I’ve said
From now on
I will put my best forward
From now on
It’ll be ever onward
Poems for a Poet
Poems are for the poets
Surely not for me
“Words” are a better fitting
In the way I see
Although it has no pretense
No context
Or clearly guided path
I am just a homeless man
Not a gifted Sylvia Plath
Putting words to a paper
As fast as I can
There is no plan or arrangement
Just the connections made
And dues still to be paid
People’s Despair
A feel a sense of renewed
People’s despair
Creeping in bones
Creaking in my joints
As the variants
Ware on
We weather the storm
One strike at a
Time
