20190930.0430

Seven made nine comes to an end
The equation still out of balance perhaps
But there is no more time to solve it today
And it will be a year until I can work on it again

20190929.0430

A few letters after a name
A fancy title with
Executive or
Director or
President in it
And many find they need larger hats
I already took a bigger hat-band than most
Should I be concerned that I haven't needed to visit a haberdasher?

20190928.0430

Hearing the songs that were sung
In what would have been the days of my older brother
If I had an older brother
And that I would likely have heard booming from his speakers
Either through the walls or out around his ears
I am almost tempted to think
I was born in the wrong time
Almost
But I would have done no better then than I do now
And I can still listen to the music as I wish
And more that the theorized he
Could never have heard

20190927.0430

Bubbling hot water
Salted already and
Churning
Pieces of meat are placed in it
Left to soak for a while
Though the chunks stay on the bone

20190926.0430

Clear shades to brown shades to a deep garnet
I drink the jewel gladly in the afternoon
Astringent bitterness refreshment steaming hot
More inside than in the summer that yet lingers

20190925.0430

The light of a lamp
Fueled by gas
Is better than darkness
It lets a person see
Who can look
But that light only shines so bright
And it comes in a color that skews the view
And it must be remembered
That one stray spark
Or one leak
Can blow the whole thing to hell and back

20190924.0430

He tries too hard
One of the kids who
Used to be cool
Coasting on the reputation he gained then
But those who know him know
He is not the hype
With his ponytail and big bald spot
As he sits unshaven in socks and sandals
Behind a big bock of a desk--
And is no kinds than those who
Wear their anger openly

20190923.0430

Keats lays out a path that might begin again today
Two hundred years on or thereabouts
Showing plenty and labor and decline
But what he wrote is for a season in another place
And while the path may still run true there
As it did then
Amid the limestone hills that drape themselves in oak and cedar and mesquite
The summer heat lingers yet
And will for long
And as it passes there will not be multicolored revelry
Emerald and jade do not pass into garnet and topaz here
Not often and not for long
If at all
But we are compensated with sapphires in the spring
And rubies and gold for carpets instead of the ceiling

20190922.0430

Aestas dances her last today
Shakes the golden garland and her slim hips
Hands still stroking flesh and bringing heat
Even in her last performance this year
Before she leaves for other lands
There to dance again where Polaris cannot look

20190921.0430

The uniforms go marching by
Shining in the sunlight
Sweating beneath
And it is easy to love such things on sight
But less
Perhaps
To love the things not present in parade
Sometimes needed
Sometimes not
Unless the desires of the greedy
Whom struggle never touches
Count as need
But far from pleasant
Even when needed
Flowers grow well from shit
But what does a flower do?