An Old Friend

An old friend

Was always familiar

So much so

That I could swear

That we had met before

In some other life

But in a similar realm

How quickly

Life can change

From sustained to lost

Living

To holding on

I love my old friend

As he transitions

Making his way from one life to

Another

And we will me again

My friend and I

Voraciously Free

Take it all in

The sense of free

One man free

Doesn’t have to be

Yours

In hours and moments

We define freedom

Consume freedom and spread

The letters tied

Down

In my head

 

Slow and Smooth

Write slow and smooth

All the unused phrases

Coming out in time

Hit the pen

Feel the rhyme

In coping with emotions

Happy and sad

Move the pen through feelings

Alive and dead

I hope that in the end

Finally

These words are read

 

Let It Run

Arrogant yet animated

Release the coils

Of a foiled sofa

We all have our moments

But let it run

Alternative facts

Alternative sun

My life is mine

Yours

Your own

What we do

How we have grown

An Ill-Fated Truck

Explain the copper wires

Running through my head

The hum of an ill-fated truck

Rumbles distant from my bed

I notice a neat and tenous

Stretch of thought

Running through my veins

Too educated to unite

To high up to rise

These are the excuses we all devise

As the old truck hums

In the distance

Return Enter

Escape the fray

Sprawling traffic

On sun baked streets

Of LA

Oceanside

With loaded garbage pales

On my mind

Outside the loop

Unsaid training stations

Headed west for

Western libations

Return enter

To the western end

Sip of coffee

LA blend

On the ocean beauty

Return to the feeling

Soothing