Back Night

Back night

Feeling good

Late night Italian stands

Listening to some

Standards

Stranded in the back

Late night in the rooms

Red and white

Subtle and sweet

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

Fleeing

Green

Making a way

From

The start to finish

I can relate

With that fleeting hope

Slowly crawling

Maybe to better

Maybe to worse

But ahead

Non the less

Headway Headspace

Headway in headspace

Feeling not a trace

Of a past lingering

Desperation

New hope

On this eve

Eyes up and feet down

In this rust belt

Little town

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

Straw

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

Logic

But a beautiful unknown

Is where we remember

We must love

To never be

Alone

Sand Man

Fallen into the depths

Of a quick sand

No plan

What’s left

Of a ruined man

Falling quickly away from the

Eyes

Under a clear drawn blue

Sky

If we ask why

We understand

That you can not build a house

Upon a lie