Parachute System

A parachute system

Is required

When the breaks fail

No wins to set sail on

Fall from grace on

Parachute with me

Into the blue silky sea

In a time of resent

I present

An escape to land

With this parachute

In hand

Capitol Strain

The capitol strain

Came

On an unexpected

Wednesday

Don’t reap what you can’t

Sow

Sage advice says

How the world looks

Different

When the joker has

No more jokes

When the laughs go old

The capitol strain

Has its hold

Air Antiquity

The music drones

Late into the night

After hours

As the sunset

Slips out

Of sight

The air is dim

And full

Rosins from the bull

Pushing the city

As the air antiquity

Rumbles from below

The city vents

All on my own

Dope Jacket

Man that is a dope jacket

As the man at the counter

Reveals

Late night appeal

I wish you a good night

And a great night rest

Dope jacket he said

With a slight jest

One Folly

Feeling alright

With a bottle of whiskey

And some cheap pizza

Walking around

Quickly

Walking a curved line

To the rooms

Late into the night

Laughter and jolly

As the night goes on

One mistake

One folly

Back Night

Back night

Feeling good

Late night Italian stands

Listening to some

Standards

Stranded in the back

Late night in the rooms

Red and white

Subtle and sweet

Reset Desert

A fresh reset

The desert has a way

Of clearing the mind

Out past the plains

And short of the coasts

There is a place

Where the air

Is clear

Fresh takes

On a new day

Palm trees along the streets

Down in the desert town

Fleeing Green

The vines wrap

Over the edges

Fleeing

Green

Making a way

From

The start to finish

I can relate

With that fleeting hope

Slowly crawling

Maybe to better

Maybe to worse

But ahead

Non the less