December 28, 2008
Felonious my old friend,
It’s been many months since
we have hung around and
shot the shit over everything
Sorry if I sound crass, but
my inner self cannot walk the
steps you walk anymore.
The years of redneck pomp, men
in blue putting me in handcuffs;
punching someone in the jaw…
Has been put away in its celestial burying place.
I want to run with the spirited now…smile,
Look at the three day past Christmas lights
with the simplicity of a young child…
hoping next year’s booty will bring me
a sanguine thought or two
Yes, I am still alone
but not lonely
Three Miles Away
See all the pretty pictures of co-workers spouses and children on their clean, un-soiled desk…
Endearing trap of loving the bland…seeing the family together like a Rockwell coun-try.
Scattered three miles away are those who own no love, or family…or a place to warm their hands.
I see them scattered outside when I walk to my car—loners waiting for the liquor store to open.
Forgotten skin exposed to twenty mile per hour winds.
They have no furniture to place pictures on.
Only a countdown to death and accepting the fact that they are at the mercy of na-ture.
It really is a very short drive…