Scheming away

Scheming away

to sit at the master’s table

in a town far from home

I am in the bend

of a dry tongue’s oasis

Come on whiskey

-make it Christmas

We Were

We were young and beautiful

We were so soft and cocky

We thought we could change

the world by being ourselves

Did we?

On My Road Trip

I didn’t mean to bring

you with – Henry

You rode with me in

my brain and when the road

opened to new sights and smells

and sounds

you were in the left hemisphere smiling

and each night it was

hard to focus and feel alone

The poet inside kept singing

those old romantic numbers

with the salt of the pacific

in the mouth I clung to

lake superior as the anchor

of sanity

And lamented

I don’t know who you are

without the warm touch

of my hand

The colors blend

The colors blend into my cells

I could create the universe

I could bend the matter

of imagination

I could close my eyes and go to sleep

he walks in

he walks in and says -

“Hi

I ‘ve got a swore butt from biking

I love you – keep writng

I am watching a dumb movie

bye”

And so I get up and drink a porter

and smoke a stick and ask while

he dies, does he think he’ll pray for life

after death