On 50

Birthdays come and birthdays go
milestones pass as well
from high atop
this mountain of fluff
I watch as time passes by
so many memories
so many regrets
and yet
through it all
it is what I have learned
what I have kept
that which clings like so many burdocks
that remains
Watch the water
as it flows
this day hour minute second
will never pass again
drop upon drop
tick upon tock
they add up
and you blink
one lifetime

Platitudes and Attitude

The sun will come up tomorrow
— unless it goes supernova and then I guess maybe it won’t
It’s always darkest before the dawn
— who measures these things
The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence
— especially if it gets watered and fed and cared for
Good things come to those who wait
— really, then I think sit right here until it does I shall
There’s no I in team
— nope, but there is me, eat, ate, meat and tea and I’m still exhausted
It’s not rocket science
— nope, it rocket surgery… it’s BRAIN science
When life gives you lemons…
— maybe, just maybe use them as ammunition…
I think I just may take a nap

The Stuff of Dreams

rise and wipe
sleep from sleepy eyes
stretch shower and greet the coffee
morning ritual
just another three am
where butt meets chair
fingers caress keys
dog and cat lay
in companionable silence
Here I sit
gagging down three-day-old coffee
the dregs lend credence
to my day
I sit and I remember
and in the remembering
the lives that live
within my fingertips
walk out upon
the clean white dreamscape
of the world


Memories drip
like the wax from candles
onto the sweetness
In the heat
of the moment
even the sweetness
begins to warm
and melt
The light
brighter than
fifty suns
brightens the memores
in the light
of day

Fear Claws

fear claws
at the stillness of the night
and crawling through
digging in and stitching tight
brain paces without confines
sleepless nights lead to
feeding upon itself

God’s Garden

God’s garden
is full of weeds
He loves the weeds
the wildflowers
that grow
pell mell and helter skelter
in the cracks
and valleys
He doesn’t care
that we are not all
perfect little rows
perfect little ways
loves all of the flowers
every single flower
beautiful in their own ways

Word Castles

I build my castles
my word castles
in the sand
I scoop the words
from the endless beach
with sea water
and spit
I pack them
word on word
carve them
with wit and wisdom
shovels and trowels
I build them
and they stand
in the sun
beneath a clear blue sky
shit on by gulls
and yet
they shine
in the heat
that dries and burns
the skin
on the nose and shoulders and soul
they are looked upon
by passers by
admired and scorned
and for an hour
a day
a season
as the passers by
pass by
the words
that stood
and stuck
and shone
silently get washed away
in the waves
of time
into the miles and miles
of solitary sand words
on the beach
of anonymity
later to be
picked up
spit together
again and again
by the sandcastle builders
day by day
the hiss of time