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Monthly Archives: January 2015
Merchandise Mart
The buildings here are really beautiful
This is merchandise mart
The speaker blares out
Doors closing
Back in Chicago
Somehow my perception of the city
Changes as I grow old
The same conversations
Over the same topic
Just new faces
Said in new ways
The brown line seems so quiet
Around this time
A Saturday in January
This is a brown line train to kimball
It seems there is always the smell of chocolate on this stop
Dried salt stains and sand on top
It’s the same city
I am different now
Mr. ATM
The great neon money dispenser
The thick plastic and neon green
With standard equipped touch screen sensor
Blue LED asking to insert here
Holding wealth within its bosoms
Chipped sides from rolling luggage
Went awry
Incandescent lighting up the night
Place firmly on brick slabs
So I know what this machine is withholding
In its tight held stash
Please Mr. ATM
Give me some cash
Clone
If I owned a clone
More than just I alone
Could construct
And Labor
To create a home
Me
And
My clone
Could change the sheets
On the bed
Work while the other one
Read
Write
While the other can play
Me and my clone
Could find many uses this way
Humanity it’s Entirety
Sometimes we just need help
A four letter word
That keeps me from running to far off
On days
Where my pants are dirty
My mind worries
Where the next paycheck is coming
So I find myself running
Not with my feet
Constant thoughts
But then I get some help
It comes in any form
Off the beaten path and more the norm
These small gestures I suggest
Mean more day to day
Take sullen weights off my weary chest
I muse myself that the world can see my needs
Humanity in its entirety
Knows what I need
So I just have to remain steady
Hold on hope
That I can persevere
Through the sleepless nights
And life will return back
Resuming that it will be alright
Guided Indecision
My life is a not a series of beautifully crafted paths
It is as guided by decision
As by indecision
Commitment
And fear
It holds back for no one
No waiting for the clear
Life simply occurs
I react
Doing my best
Given what my limits of knowledge are
I go forward
I try not to look back
Focus on progress
And somehow
Eventually
I make it work
The January Cold
All these days seems the same
Feels like I crawl into a cart
Slide along the tracks
The same mono train
Colors look the same
Pale blue sky grey mist lines
At least through my eyes
I see the limestone steeples
Flanking amongst the light rain
Reaching to the skies
I can find some solace
In these remembrances
Go through the motions
So this is how I bring in the new year
Eyes closed hoping not to hear
News of things good and bad
Today is just a day to remember a great soul
As I walk toward the steeple
In the January Cold
A New Year
Early morning callings
Waking up from dreams
Rain hits glass soft clipping steam
I think of what 2015 brings
2014 brought many things
New life
Loss of life
Friends
Reminding me that not every new year
Is your friend
But with age comes time
And with time age
Lives are born
While others taken away
So I lay in bed
2 days into the new year
Hope for the best
Hold back my fears
Of what time may bring me
with the New Year
Awaiting the Snow
Mine for the taking
Undertaking
Sincerity or faking
I withstand the scene
Seen on every TV
Commercial or contact layer
Layered with talk
Talking heads
As I wonder my own destiny
I neither own nor know
What lies beneath, below
I watch more heads talk
And await another round of snow
A Cup of Songwriting 