The wide eyed ocean
Breeze
Filled with salty
Vibes and evenings
Long and cool
Into the night
I close my eyes
And feel those
Wide-Eyed Ocean
Life
Wide-Eyed Ocean
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My Straw North
The old county
Where I grew up
The straw north
Outside the state park
Where you could hear the rides
At night
Off the highway
That creaked in the evening
And cracked at dawn
The fields filled with
Corn and life
Back on
The other side
The Premium Drip
It started with a drip
Of one liquid
Moment
Into the next
The premium
Drip of my life
Is behind me now
And I’m doing
Alright
Downtown Grass
Amidst the highest
Of high rises
The darkest of pavement
The cracks in the road
And where we always go
There is the downtown grass
As green as a bouquet
Rising the spirts
Of the city dwellers
Who get
That mother nature
Is a part of life
No matter where
We go
From Now On
From now on
I will be better
At what I do
From now on
I will let go
Of what I can’t undo
From now on
I will look ahead
From now on
I will finish the things I’ve said
From now on
I will put my best forward
From now on
It’ll be ever onward
Poems for a Poet
Poems are for the poets
Surely not for me
“Words” are a better fitting
In the way I see
Although it has no pretense
No context
Or clearly guided path
I am just a homeless man
Not a gifted Sylvia Plath
Putting words to a paper
As fast as I can
There is no plan or arrangement
Just the connections made
And dues still to be paid
Salty Spell
I have been under a salty
Spell
Longing for the ocean
Wide and calm
To soothe my fear
To take away the dread
Of what happens
Every single
Day
Dating Apps
Featured
Dating apps
From the cold phone
Snaps the attention
Of a lost soul
Looking for connection
A real life
Ressurection
But instead just brings
More of the same
Without any delay
Coast to Coast Storms
Featured
Storm brew
From sea to shining sea
A fallen snowflake
Soon will be
Joined with many others
Across the country
From Texas to North Dakota
New York to New Mexico
Here comes a late
Spring snow
Toxic Infinity
Where does it stop
I am sick of toxic masculinity
But by being publicly stated
I feel I am going to be castrated
To firmly believe that not all men are bad
That is with those same broad
Strokes of generalism
That humanity has done it’s most heinous work
Under such infirmity
To instruct the world to hate
With such fervent stride
So with my beliefs
By my side
Each man is different
As I want the best for my wife
My family
I hope that we can understand
The differences that make each person
Beautiful
Rather than
Hateful
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