A Rainstorm Sip

Rainstorm sips

Over

Easy

Good to the last drop

Hold the foam

Take away the unknown

Chicago roads

Wet concrete

Bibles

Lay open

On the streets ahead

Lighting Pole

The lightening pole

Directed to hold

The energy

Hope of a strike

Powered lights

On a Sunday night

Abyss of a city

Slow moving

Growing in every

Moment

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

 

Baltic Blast

Baltic blast

With a cup

Of tea

Through the glass

How the world spins

Through a moment

In a time when

The moments equal

A moment less

Hopeless

Baltic winds

Over a sea of Glass

Sink or Quit

Sink or quit

A conundrum

Of the lightest bit

To go down quick

In the flames of memory

Or slowly

To a bottom toll

I hold my hope for a new life

A new goal

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

Bitter Ends

The bitter ends

Confusions and hope

Whole the while

Filling in the holes

From bitter ends

And faithful sends

In a week and time

When we make our alright

Land and Sea

Land and sea

The space we live

And the in between

Fragile and imperfect

Set backs

From certain

While the deep blue curtains

Are pulled on the shore

Of Florida