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


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





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

A Rainstorm Sip

Rainstorm sips



Good to the last drop

Hold the foam

Take away the unknown

Chicago roads

Wet concrete


Lay open

On the streets ahead

Inflame Wish

An inflamed wish

In flames

Of fury


The news coming through

Is not the hopes

Of the everyday


Hold the wish

Step on the applause

Coming out of the broken speakers

Tweaking our numbers

To create magic

From a life turned


32 on 32

32 on 32

Bottom of the cup

The ball rolled

Into an ironic



Or stranger than that

Holding on to my golf hat

I scratched my head

Did that the number revealed


32 on

The last day of 32



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

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


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


Constant as rain

Forks scrape plates

All made the same

The mess halls up late on

The ocean