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

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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

Ocean

Ocean sweep me away

From the miles of land

Away into the abyss

Of water and sand

Pull me from the night

With you whiplash waves

In the eve of night I walk the deck

To make sure we are

Safe and set

Ocean oh ocean

How fragile

Yet deadly

Fire and friendly

O Ocean carry me away

And tell stories for today

Mess Hall

In the mess hall

The food gurgles down

A sludge filled drain

The water hammers the

Sides

Constant as rain

Forks scrape plates

All made the same

The mess halls up late on

The ocean

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

A Forgotten​ Wagon

A forgotten wagon

An old school bus

What we throw away

It falls back on us

With no weight but

Known

That the metals sitting

Rusting

Well past the end date

Forgotten wagon

Will be torn down

As mother nature

Will surely

Confiscate

Oral Carbon

The exhaust

We inhale

Becomes a part of the

Molecules

Of our being

Consumed in quantities

Large and unseen

Carbon emitted from the streets

Of fire and burning

Of the eyes I see

The carbon lung

Please Lower the Cart

Lower the cart

So I can fit in my belongings

Holding hope

Heading west

With a soul so longing

What cannot fit

Can not be moved

All the rest

Will be forgotten

And smoothed

With time and separation

One day away

A new days vacation

Upon the cart out loved collections

Up the street

And beyond the intersection

 

Push the Pen

If I don’t who will

Take the medicine

By swallowing the pill

Up late

And down early

Push the pen

Just over 30

Mistakes don’t exist

In this little of the blip

I don’t promote

I don’t bloat

I just push the pen

Late into the night

Combinations

Of stars colliding

Light