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)
The days are long
The hours short
The life
Shorter
the yellow room
cold concrete
sun won’t talk with the moon today
The stars still hide
Because they saw your face
eyes still burn
Looking in
Cold hearted devil…
Overcast, my soul
My strength just turns away
Ash in my lung
Coals on my tongue
Walk me to the end of the road
Where we buried letters
all of our secrets
The dirt crumbles
Dry in your hands
I still keep them
And our names
And what we do
Just fades…
Remember me
And the sky moves quicker than my breath,
She woke up feeling older
how do you know,
Where the flowers go when the snow falls?
Only that they return in spring…
And the shadows fall
Filling these empty halls
Can we fix these broken things?
She said all her hope was gone
All her heart was wrong
I sat there waiting
maybe it all comes back around
And if it’s not when you feel it should be
Remember,
Some, things, love
Always the strong things …
grow
Only
in the moonlight
And the daylight won’t know who you are …
But at night
Under the stars
In the quiet
You will feel your heart heal
And your strength grow
Voices
Fading
How soon I forget
The world I’m in
She walks in
Everything turns
To smoke and shadows
She has everything I could ever want
And then some
She is
Fire and rain
My eyes have always followed her across the room
You should see the way she moves
I knew when she walked in
I would miss her
This house just isn’t the same
I reach out
But she’s long long gone
Now the moon plays the blues
I watch the sky run
Like a formula one engine
Soon it’s going to storm
And she’s just like that kind of energy
Building up in the sun
She’s everything I would ever need
The only thing I believe
All it takes is a touch
And the sky rains
Desire
I woke up
Trying to write again
The streets are silent
The talk is on the inside
It’s all the same lines
And
everyone smiles at the table
Drink in their hand
We’re all real good liars
Does the future look good?
And we saw the signs on the interstate
We saw the signs but we didn’t mark the time
We keep waiting for music to save itself
But we’d have to touch something that makes emotion
And we’re still numb from the great promotion
Someone said
It would take a sound
only your gut could understand
What happened to soul ?
I took a walk
My shoes wear down from the unpaved road,
The humidity is so thick, sometimes I feel like I could cut it with a butter knife
I try to write,
But my word document keeps freezing,
So I break out a note pad, you know the ones, paper, pens,
I transfer it to a typewriter
Now I can mail it to the Paris Review
Turn on the radio –
I don’t recognize anything I hear
I don’t relate
What happened to soul?
They say Blues won’t pay your bills
But Blues is the only thing that knows the way I feel
This is a mill town
But the mills are all gone
Does that make this a ghost town?
I like old things
I don’t know how to change
When was the last time you heard a sound
That took you by surprise ?
When was the last time you read something that opened your eyes?
I dress everyday
I Pour wine and coffee
When I write
I have to take myself seriously
get up
Get up off the floor
No one else is going to make you-
Sometimes it takes the change
But one of these days
You’re going to have to start again
