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
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
Gallery Road
Long time
To make it home
Between the outlets
And the dissonance
Is a front
That all artist want
To be a part of
Continuation
Of
Work
And contemplation
Take me down gallery road
Before I move on
Before I am too old
A gem of an experience
Not in it’s worthiness
But in it’s emotion goodness
Tied up to the neck
In suit and tie
Trying to cut loose
On an easy Tuesday night
Ice cream diamonds
I will say
For this moment
Will never fade away
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
Can we define the future
Decide with knife and suture
What will be remembered
And forgotten
Is the past obsolete
Or a defining feature
Of what growth must be
Debating
What will lead us forward
Or what holds us back
Can we define the future
And be so matter of fact
Some will be dismissed
Some gathered
My own mind
Would rather
Be in the moment
And experience reality
Not technology
Depressions ridden
Alphabetically
Future
Or
Past
What will go
And what will last
Jade of the 60’s
Green in its glory
Floral wishes
Morning territory
A jade in the grass
Amongst the leaves
Of history and preset
Present hope
To find the jade
Lost entirely
Lost amongst the years
And in the crest
Of the oldest tree
An inflamed wish
In flames
Of fury
Worried
The news coming through
Is not the hopes
Of the everyday
Joe
Hold the wish
Step on the applause
Coming out of the broken speakers
Tweaking our numbers
To create magic
From a life turned
Tragic
32 on 32
Bottom of the cup
The ball rolled
Into an ironic
situation
Destiny
Or stranger than that
Holding on to my golf hat
I scratched my head
Did that the number revealed
Happen
32 on
The last day of 32
Birdie
Eagle
Was the way
It played out
On a sunny Saturday
Cold grass
Bent under my feet
As I walked off the course
That day
The harbor of fists
Of anger and resentment
Lies just off the coast
Of fulfillment
But when so close
Not to touch
Resentment grows
Rather than a hunch
Linger in the harbor
With the depths of blue and purple
Linger more
Linger ore
Impound personality
Strong and observed
Held me up
With a steel nerve
Hoping up
But mostly let down
Impounded personality
Takes my own desires
Just beyond the ground