In Reponse

The Winter Solstice is upon us.
The days will soon begin
To lengthen out and bring
The sun back out again

Less of Me

Mastication
Molaration
Second on the chew.

Ectomy
Left of me
Tongue is searching through.

Hole in me
Hold of me
Wholly something new.

Look Up

One day will become two

The third day will follow

Pick up anew 

A new day tomorrow 

The clouds will not stay long

The sun is returning 

The bridge of an old song 

Your heart still is singing 

So look up and lift up 

Though rain may be falling 

The voice of your gladness

Sadness spurning

End of Shift

What a hell I worked today
Never stopped until just now
Sitting in my leather chair

Relaxing all my cares away

Downtime Pilsner in my hand

Eyes closed drifting from the day 

Nothing moving, body still

Happy in my nowhere land

Waiting... waiting...

Pounding
Slowly
Pressurize my skull
Inside
Aching
Allergic damage full
Mold or
Weather
Moving in to kill
Growing
Intense
Pace the floor until
Waiting
For the
NSAID to kick in

"Preach"

Angel's walk on her head 

They rock her back and forth

Causing her to fill up

Her body out of whack 

She feels it deep inside

Her soul and heart and feet

If only she could stand

And release the pressure 

In her gut-sack sagging 

She used to fear to speak

Till she hovered over

Heard the word that scared her

Today

sun

done 

clouds

proud

green

Fenian 

brown 

town 

today

play

morning 

snoring 

3rd Stage

of four stages, three i have come
not yet being of two score years
in the journey of my life song
this is the sorest of them all

first of fear and much trembling
i beheld Him as a judge
fire at my backside waiting
i implored Him for my safety
i listened, learned, and sat
soaking in the knowledge given 

'till I asked My own deep questions of the burning
and found desire in myself to know him more
drawing time of inward focused seeking
emotions in the rolling of My ego reeked
fingers, pride in good deduction
showed their eager tendrils spreading 
soon were pruned by those still watching
caring for my inner seeking
second stage of mortal meaning

for the waning of the magic thinking
tugs of Mortal feelings,
third stage of spiritual seeking, 
ground me of my lighter musings
set me straight on path of contemplation
of darkened consciousness, the possible nothingness
of my eventual demise

yet, in it all i see
what i saw when i was young
and have begun to see again
none is in control except the heart that is within
and where it goes
when fourth stage of this journey ends
and shows me, maybe not, where it begins
is Faith in things we cannot see at all

Black Tea

Black tea, not coffee
Honey kind o' day
Soothing in the cup 

Somehow it feels colder out today
Feel it in my bones
Premonition like

It settles in the corners
Nagging at my joints
Whispering unwelcomeness of age

A Birthday Toast to My Wife

A toast
To the most amazing woman I know:
Lead me
To be free in her arms and shows...
Even
An opinionated schmuck, ugly feller,
Can land
The hand of stunner, a woman like her.
Here's to
Many years till we're old and graying, thriving;  
Praying
She's still forgiving the luckiest man alive.  

Bitter Sweet Revival

Do it again sweet lady
Pour hot milk
Into bitter grounds
Froth it in ceramic cup
Past my lips
The bitter mix sips
Well down my soul and pours
Into words
Out of my fingers
Thursday morning at your shop