Urban Desert

Ughhhh.

There is a Walmart round the corner

TGI Friday feeding everyone

Can’t get away from this Urban Sun

It’s not easy for the small guys

when the big names move in

This part of town

The big guy always win

Saw two new stores were moving in

Had a little bit of hope within

What is that I asked on day

Gunna be an AutoZone

A clone of the service store we already have

With my hope wounded and deprived

I asked with hope one more time

What is that going to be

A mattress store for you and me

A matress store?

Oh No
Please say it can’t be

How many mattresses do we all need?

Surely this part of town does not need more beds

I know we lay around a lot

But we are not dead

Or maybe that is why the mattress store moved in

So that we would lay down more often

On beds fresh and softened

I get sad when I think of it

Surely does not make me smile

When the world deals you lemons

I get it my car and drive

Mile after mile

To escape this Urban desert

Infested with corporate chains and detached things

Surely this is no way to live

But who am I to disagree

I just put my pen to paper and hope people agree

That this corporate shit ain’t the way to live

There must be an oasis amid all of this

But when they hang the AutoZone sign

Where I come from it’s just a sign of the times

The small guys ran out of pennies and dimes

So here we are under the Urban Desert Sun

I hold my breathe as I look up

Close my eyes

And run

Summer Rain

Summer rain falls mid day

filling the pavements

washing dead bugs and twigs away

cascading on grass so needy

pulling it beneath the earth

taking its fill and nothing greedy

grass blades bend soft with water pose

hoping that the sun will keep it live on loan

but the cloud has filled with pulled cotten clean

billowing the small stacks of steam

I sit and wander

how the world rejoices in summer thunder

for me under the roof i sit and watch

that water falls to the ground

filling the parched holes in the earth

with a simple pitter patter

the wonderful summer sound

Deposit Note

Banks and deposit notes
Pulled up to the curb
Tire scratching the cement shoulder
Reaching and barely hitting the keys
This is just the way it has to be
On a Wednesday
Have to make sure the bills are on time
Lord knows if I am short one dime
It might be the end
Or possibly
The beginning of something new
For now
Just make my deposit
Pray nothing reads Past Due

Ambles

Late night rambles

turning my mind into scrambles

leaving me in shambles

It is terrible

I am tired

It is late

Why do I put off sleep

procrastinate

prolongate

something that should be shortened

to a simple task

the computer breathes for me

keeps me going

all this and no real knowing

if it really does anything at all

my mind is scrambled

and my eyelids are about to fall

Boiled Noodles

Boiled noodles midnight in Michigan
My hunger has me going again
Boiling water and some salt will do
Just something to get me through
Water bubbles quick and constant
Soften up the noodles please
From the small pan emits the steam
The refrigerator buzz keeps me awake
Constant hum for god sake
Shut that thing off or turn it down
It is the only thing that I can hear now
Filling up my ears with constant buzz
Keeping the food safe and cool
Mind wandering through pantries and closets
To fill my stomach
Sitting quirky in the kitchen den
Back to waiting for those noodles again