Back Night

Back night

Feeling good

Late night Italian stands

Listening to some


Stranded in the back

Late night in the rooms

Red and white

Subtle and sweet



Painted grey


Read out

Will say

A blue shade

Between buildings made

Light on the streets

Of Denver

Where we


Reset Desert

A fresh reset

The desert has a way

Of clearing the mind

Out past the plains

And short of the coasts

There is a place

Where the air

Is clear

Fresh takes

On a new day

Palm trees along the streets

Down in the desert town

Fleeing Green

The vines wrap

Over the edges



Making a way


The start to finish

I can relate

With that fleeting hope

Slowly crawling

Maybe to better

Maybe to worse

But ahead

Non the less

Nothing Goes Unnoticed

Hard work


Fulfillment of obligations

Laid out straight

While the days fade away

No note rehearsed

Doesn’t resound

In some place

Some moment

Even when hope itself

Seems dim

The most ardent


Will win

Life’s too Short to Eat Fried Fish from Costco

Life is short

And simple

Food is too

But somehow I am confused

How is a piece of fish

From across the world

Cheaper than one

From a pond

Right where I stand

Fish sandwich in hand

Oh great food industrial revolution

Not cheap

Just confusing

I would rather eat grass from

The lawn


Or other

Where in the hell

Did we go wrong

The food pyramid

Has been payed out flat

Turned into an oval

Of a conveyor belt

To our stomachs

Can we shut it off

Can we return to our own homes

Where all the good things are grown

The Beautiful Unknown

The beautiful unknown

Full gripping undertow

Held spring up flow

We all have known

A few

And let go

Initial hopes resign

To solid


But a beautiful unknown

Is where we remember

We must love

To never be