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

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,

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

And I’m a shrapnel banner

Nothing left to champion

Hole torn through

What kind of

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

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.