20 Age of Retirement I am learning the new routine of the age of retirement I shuffle old paper The new routine of digging into my past I shuffle old paper keep new at bay The new routine of no routine is scary keep new…
Category: Marathon Poem
Two Crows
18 Two Crows Today’s walk outside I watched two crows. They hold good luck so as I watch them dance I hope they don’t leave me without luck on a day where I need what I gather.
Hour 21 – Stop Running
Running round and round in circles meeting all the needs and wants and things she never can succeed Years of running pass with more needs unmet as time elapsed never can she succeed Surrender came when she believed that hers were all the needs to…
I live in a world where everything is a maze The windows are all crooked And lined up like offbeat stepping stones. A lone tree guards the front Tall and spindly, but proud.
My Illusive Dreams
My elusive dreams Stay funky* Even in the hours of dream I am staid, proper, afraid of what is outside of my zone of solitude. I wish I was edgy but manage just a snitch of snark. Earth to Asgard** If the gods are crazy…
“Spacey Stanzas”
“Spacey Stanzas” I’m not of this place I haul from different times shifting, dimensional space where we all use rhymes in a word race In a world all our own we poets of the night sharing stories, secrets community through verse
Hour 23: Tread the Boards
I’ve always enjoyed Playing at being something else Different people Different things It’s easier To steal other qualities Than it is To use my own So naturally How different is it Under hot stage lights?
Hour 23: Anywhere But Here
Alice had Wonderland Dorothy ended up in Oz Wendy escaped to Neverland Yet they all decided to come back Those magically, mysterious, marvelous worlds Could not contain them None of these lands could persuade them to abandon this world of reality I wonder if they…
Staying Awake
Hour 15 Staying Awake The reader will have to get flowers to disconnect from the reviews. I have been unfinishable. The crawl into reality is the sword and shield of flat earth and the Martian rocks. Belief is that everybody dies again. To be honest…
Poem 23
The night we stuck our heads beyond The safety of the roof awning And let the cool drizzle of the surprise 8pm mist create dewdrops in our hair I felt baptized for the second time here in February Gone was the fear of getting…