Sitting on the train
construction everywhere
A man is over on the side
The sign says only five dollars
to shine your pair.
Aggression floats around
horns honking
Stressing
Great uncertainty uncurling
A forrowed brow
Then I see a women weave in and out of the crowd
Pushing
Bumping
Moving fast
No consideration
Maybe consideration is a thought of the past
Gosh…What is going on out here?
Chaos
And a certain Anarchy
Fill the air
At the breakfast Buffett
An American treat
The buzz
Beep
Pop
Talking Tv
Roaring conversation
Sunlight waking the edges of the room
All on their way soon
In the breakfast buffet room
What sense is it all to keep going
When the darkest seems to lie ahead
No way to get ahead
When my best just comes up short
When words fall in the wrong order
Or when I have no order at all
Why keep pushing on
Why keep writing
It helps deal with the overbearing burden
Of my own expectation
My own internal complications
Not for you
Not for pleasure
At most times just for my own good measure
So when I lay down
I can out gain my own expectations
That is the one hope I have
And giving up has no place in my heart
Life is short
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Moments of Poetry
In the everyday
In the every moment
In NYC
From unique to pretty
Amazing to shitty
The brisk nature of the movement
Keeping our sights focused
Finding buses
Holding keyboards
Holding hope
Holding dreams
In New York City
Coffee relax and true
Turning up the mornings to sunshine
From the cold dew
Breaking the day with acidic sweetness
Fresh roasted melancholy satisfaction
A cup of coffee will due
When that is through it is back to the board
Lifting up thoughts new
This is what coffee can do
Coffee at 5 AM
Road by 6
Driving through the fields
And sticks
Of to New York City
Another round of trial and error
Making ourselves more aware
Had great coffee
Single origin
Kept the cabin warm
On a cool March morning
Good news
Is tucked away in the mountains of Colorado
Sunshine in the oceans off the California coast
Snow drifts in Alaska
Just being alive feels like a small bit of good news
Not these days
When the lights seem more off put and gray
Good news still exist
We have to search the stars and moon
Good news exists
And we will hear some soon
Get up and go
5:45 we will roll
Back to the city
New York City
So fine
So pretty
Back on the line
Putting ourselves in the open
Our live are always going
Going
Going
The Saturday News Crew
Has taken a booze cruise
Shouldn’t we all
In a fiasco of words and emotions
The floating of solid objects
In the ocean
I am determined to see
What will become of life lived
Through a lens
Rather than obscurity
What is a childhood home
Just some walls with cheap plywood
Some carpet with less than ideal colors
Home
A place where I have learned
Grown
It launched me to New York City
And back
It kept me while I reinvented myself
While I wondered what I did wrong
What more can I do right
But soon
I can almost count down the nights
This home will be filled with new hopers
Keeping them safe inside
With the same heaters
Where my brothers grew up
A home is more than the sum of the equally dismal parts
It transcends moments now to memories
When we leave that is what I will take with me
Those sweet and sour
Memories
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