Breaks of thunder
A mile south
Of downtown
Around a bend
In a field
That is where the sounds
Are hurled
On a Monday night
Breaks of thunder
A mile south
Of downtown
Around a bend
In a field
That is where the sounds
Are hurled
On a Monday night
Confusing musings
Of the art
Of distraction
Artificial attraction
The powerful few
Direct their efforts
To distract
The main crew
Abstractions of actions
And intent
No actions made
No messages sent
So how to tell the truth
Of the few
When lying is a standard
Act of the new forces
What I knew
I had to relearn
Over And over
Again
Blasted temptation
A wide as a mile
As potent
Fragile
Hope looks up
Desperation down
Looking for the good
Sometimes
Even gets me down
A metered approach
When the pain
Meets the brain
In moments of doubt
And confusion
Slowed down
To adapt to the motion
Listening to the muscles
Listening to the brain
Moving slow
When we are in pain
Send the check
As fast as you can
Hand it over
Just as we planned
Cover the bull
And the bill
Some loose change will do
Hold up the hundred so you can see
Through
Hope check sent in the mail
Held onto and saved
To a forest path
It has been paved
A tale of two friends
Destiny begins
When fate ends
Around the corner
A separate situation
No preface needed
And no intimidation
Hope and dreams
Caught in the seems
Between two friends
As a message resends
No apology needed
When the conversation is heated
Between two friends
And that’s where this story
Ends
Poetry day
Words on the lips
Feelings in the bones
Up the leg
And out the hips
Sunday
A day of reflection
Some say
But today
For me
Is poetry day
Headwinds
When you have skin
In the game
Direct linear regressions
When progression
Is needed to keep
The boats at sea
Afloat
For another day
Coat tails in blasted
Fury
Scurry
With scared hopes
Feelings down
And thin
White marble walls
Clad with grey lines
Sign of the times
Good and indifferent
All in one place
Easy love
Slow pace
Coffee ground
Into finite matter
In the cup
And on the platter