No Legit Coat Tail

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

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

Ice Cream Diamond

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

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

Define Future

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

1969 Jade

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

Inflame Wish

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

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

 

Fist Harbor

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

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