The late night quiet
Waiting on the banks
Waiting
Listening
Crickets
Grass
Creeking old trees
Lazy waves
On the eve of another day
Another day
Another night
Late Night Quiet
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Tag Archives: Chicago
Both Sides
How did it come to be
That no side was right
No side was free
The changes in opinions
Callas
What was once truth
Now contempt
Contempt truth
Hold on tight
We are going to need each other
To make it through
Burns Harbor
There is a place
On the magnificent fresh ocean
A sore in the mouth
Of natures waters
Where the air is thick
Stagnant
With flames set back
Omnipotent
Dissident
How the waters lap the shores
Breezing down the sores
Of the Burns Harbor woods
Where the pigs dump toxins
For us all to eat
In our tiny worlds
Where we have no control
On the shores of a lake
Thousands of years
Old
Please, Come Through
Differing Views
Same facts
Different News
Ratchet up the hammers
Bring down the walls
The new man in town
Is coming for us all
The lessons we learned
As kids growing up
I guess were not that important
When push comes to shove
No need to be honest and true
Be pithy and small
Fight dirty and don’t rise above
The world views love with contempt
Hate with affection
How did we get set
In this most deviant direction
What can the individual do
Continue to see our own paths through
When the world seems small
I guess it’s up to me and you
What we will decide when everything around us
Is new
Don’t late hate win
Even though it is what grew
Out of these moments
Stay true to each other
Love and be honest
The best in us
Will always come through
The Old and The New
Old neighborhood
New shops
Old coffee joint
New faces
Same land
New roads
Old places
Where we used to go
The only consistency
Is change
Old setups
Now rearranged
Accept what moves on without you
Accept the little things
And the big ones too
Know that consistency is impossible
Ideally unreliable
Know the new faces
Know the new names
The harder you try to resist
The harder your fall
And more the pain
East of the Calumet
Taking the back road
Coming through
The only way I’ve ever known
Not the glamor
Or the glory
Rather a quiet ride
With a depth of story
Where the rivers run slower
The woods swollen with bugs
Mid summer journey
Through fields and schrubs
The world I know
The world I grew up
Knowing my roots
And giving them love
The stories I’ve heard
People I’ve met
Down on the south side
Due east of the Calumet
Yesterday’s Wars
We can’t talk about yesterday
When the vitals
Are happening right now
In the moment
When the words fall short
No returning to precious fair
Previous affairs
I hold concern for the current
Not the past
But words craft
A simple talking point
When the conversations been lost
How we spend time
Dwelling on
Yesterday’s wars
When tomorrow’s are
Sitting on our front door
Back to Words
Back to Words
Renewed and new
Old and worn
Planted and grew
I refresh in a new
Set of words
Tied in meaning
And time
I return to Words
In search of rhyme
Chaos Control
Let the trolls
Roll
Let the birds
Fly upon them
I am sick of lies
Sick of tails
Tired of being the end
Of the joke
Let the chaos control
Roll out
On the world
Entry Ban
A flaky transport
This is our real life
Not some novelty sport
Skip the hate
We all are short of time
Short in time
Shot of time
Fuel the infected pin
Before it’s pulled out
This untamed hatred
Fuels a special hate
With an entry ban
On the people who’s historical plans
Have made this great land
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