Love gone write

Maybe happiness

Is just a moment

Brief

Before the next big thing

The next desire

The next goal

Maybe we are built

To corrupt ourselves

Nature’s folly

But I want to run

I want to stay

This town

Has rust

It’s high in the gut

I’ll show you this place

I don’t want to write a poem

That sounds like a poem

But I can tell you

I’m at peace

I feel safe

When I’m with you

(Written aug 21 2019 at 33)

If I could ever Love you (bleeding ink)

I could never

Let you go

If I could ever love you

I could never

If I could ever…

And

I think we could make the change

And

I think we

Could live forever

And

If I could ever leave you with anything

Make your art

When you’re faced with the news

Keep your grit

When

You’ve got nothing to lose

Leave your mark

Because

This art

Strong enough

To carry the broken

This art

Even the losers are winners

This art

Carries us all

This art

Is your own voice

And the future is yours

As you create it

Make your mark

Make your art

And if I could ever love you

I think that I would love you

And I could never leave you

(Written for spoken word, at vintage 1889 Aug 22,2019)

Seasonal Madness

1

She carries this madness

Everywhere she goes

It’s there in the back drop

The corner of every smile

At the back of the room

Don’t ask her,

You already know,

She’s not been happy

For sometime,

2

And it’s difficult these days

And she wants what she wants,

And you want to get back,

Somehow,

Rearrange the seating

Just to cancel

How this all ends

3

And I’m a shrapnel banner

Nothing left to champion

Hole torn through

What kind of

Us

Is left ,

Don’t ask her

She’s not

You know,

She’s not been

for sometime

And

These days are hard

On a soul

And she cries

Smoking

From the balcony

Of this despair

And maybe

I hid all of my sorrow

All of my tomorrow

In your skin

But it is there

Over there

In the corner

4

Flesh, it’s gone from these bones

what do I know,

Slow it down,

I’m tired of this love,

Slow it down,

All of these streets

Incomplete

The leaves are soon going to fall

And then

We will be swept clean

Here in our winter

It’s not dark yet

But they say it’s getting there.

Beagle in the City #255

Simon: So what do I need to know, about the cats…

Casper: Well, first, they are not dogs. And they never will be.

Simon: Ok ok, well, how do I play with him?

Casper: They don’t do fetch. Sometimes, they pounce on you, while you’re sleeping. And sometimes, while you’re just walking down the stairs…

Simon: When do they sleep?

Simon: do they know about chase the stick ?

Or roll in the grass?

Or chase the ball?

Or walk around the park?

Casper: No, but sometimes, they break things and you get blamed for it. And sometimes they jump out of no where and scare you.

Simon: Scandal!

Beagle in the City #254

Francis Cash: My name is Francis, I have the bloodline of royalty.

Francis: unfortunately, I was not living the life of royalty. I was in a shelter. But then I met this nice man.

Francis: I could see opportunity.

Ethan: This is Francis, we decided to adopt him. Simon, helped, I figured we could watch Star Trek and the X- Files together and he wouldn’t be scared.

Francis: He seemed nice enough. I decided I would let him live with me. We could work something out. I would have to put up with the doggo, but I could tell this was a writer.

Francis: Ahh yes, I could sense the stories.

Simon: Heyyyyv Francis!

Francis: Sniff my paw,it’s soft.

Simon: No, no, nope, I may have fell for that the first time and the second time…but I’m not going to fall for it again.

Simon: what do you even do with a cat?? I have so many questions. . .

News

Hey guys!

Here’s the latest!

Come out to 33 in fort Payne for Pasta and Poetry tomorrow night!

Linda Arthur will be playing as well!

Thursday is open mic night at Vintage 1889 in fort Payne

Brant Noojin will be hosting

I will be there and do a short set.

(Come bring your talents!)

Friday

Jeff and Hayden will be at Vintage 1889 as well,

I will do a short set during their break.

Sat

At 33

Brant Noojin will be rocking

I will do a short set to open the night…

Followed by

Jeff and Hayden at Vintage 1889

I will do a short set during their break!

If you want to get out and have a good time, come to Fort Payne!

I also just got the news I will be featured in 2019s emerging poets of America by z publishing !

Come hear this poem!

Beagle in the City #253

Simon: Dad! Dad! No no no no no no no no!

Ethan: Hey what is wrong man? Breathe, now, sit down. Ok. Much better.

Simon: Someone stole the bed. I know, because I was going to bed, but it’s not there because SOMEONE STOLE it!

Ethan: No one stole it.

Simon: They didn’t ?

Ethan: Nah, it was just Aliens. You know, (whistles X-Files theme)

Simon: I knew it!

Ethan: No, I’m putting together a new bed. Are you gonna help me or not?

Simon: I don’t think we can get this done in time for bed..

Ethan: Sure we can!

Ethan: I may have made a miscalculation on the difficulty of this…

12 hours later. Or, the next day.

Ethan: Simon! I finally finished! Come on, let’s go to bed!

L: Did he not go to sleep?

Ethan: No, he waited all night.

L: well, hey, I’ve got to ask you something.

L: Guys? Guys?

Ethan: zzzz

Simon:zzzzz