Is there a science
To the perfect day
From start to finish
No other way
Of looking at the same
Pieces to the puzzle
Hiding from the fears
Embracing the struggle
These are the acts
Behind making the most
Of the moments we are given
It started with a few words
Like a leaking faucet
On a dry day
As the hopes of many
Became united
In one discrete shade of
Grey
So they say
That the rhetorical waves
Had begun
From the drops into the ocean
It all was one
In that moment
I knew the sea change
Had already won
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
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
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
It’s been a cold start
To the year
Not to many things
That I can list
Of which I am overwhelmed
With happiness
I am damp
But I am alive
Doing the best that I can
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 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
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
Compare the light
To the nighttime
Floating feelings
That I have when
Sleeping through
The morning
