The Dirtiest Word in the American Language

Rest,

The dirtiest word in the American language.

Damn you Puritans.

Your work ethic,

short on ethic

long on work,

converts

rythym to thyme,

time to tomorrow.

Todays forever fearful filled with anything but…

Rest.

What Remains

Fractured limbs
Bear witness to
The countless hours
Spent dreaming,
Swinging,
Tied to earth
And you.

What remains,
Eternal in my heart,
Grateful
For your silent witness
To childhood.

Spiritual Ganster

Light and dark.
Then and now.

History repeats its
lessons when
blinded by self
we fight for ego
rather than truth.

Self compassion
the antithesis of ego.

Got my mind on this moment
Got this moment on my mind.
Gangster is against the grain
Gangster is grit and grime

Spiritual is not just Sundays.
Spiritual is life, grit and grime
Against the grain.
Got my mind on this moment.
Got this moment on my mind.

Blinders

Ode to my morning coffee

Like Sand Through Fingers

Two become one.

One become three.

Three become four.

 

Four become five,

Six then gone.

 

Three, one.

Five, three.

None of these

how it’s meant to be.

 

Like sand through fingers,

people slip.

Gritty sameness,

the tide repeats.

The inBetween

The InBetween

Turns you upside down 

Stranger Things 

is an 

apt metaphor 

for this. 

Limbo, 

kicks normalcy 

to the curve. 

Good luck, muha- ha – ha – ha. 

The inBetween 

is time for 

patient 

steadfastness. 

Limbo, 

makes you 

YEARN 

for tomorrow. 

Stranger things 

will be revealed 

InBetween. 

Courage, for the journey. 
The journey of 

a thousand miles, 

begins with waiting…

Muse

Slender fuchsia nails

Sliding over the

Solitaire cards,

Cigarette dangling precariously.

Ode to My Resilient Lover

You stuck.

Don’t know how.