sounds of race cars passing by
each morning are heard more than seen,
and I wonder why youth is as reckless as I
when in their age group long ago;
my Siamese cat, like a paper weight,
sits beside me on a seldom used tree stand
other than in the morning when at my desk
can be found recording for posterity;
although, I am keenly aware that few
will ever be read... what I dare put in writing
like some bedside confession of a criminal
however no criminal in that sense will I be;
my thoughts are pure and forthright and
slightly biased searching for enlightenment,
never really finding the righteous path
only the back waters of forgetfulness;
darkness hovers sternly outside my window
waiting for the light of a new day and
a new way of perceiving the world around
other than from my embitter crankiness
as we never quite finish learning our lessons
leaving us with the perspective of a "D" student,
but was expected long ago as I began
observing what was happening to society.
21 December 2020
silence is quite deafening to those who
may not be familiar with its properties,
or that which is required for the listener, but
silence is often the preferred form of communications
especially in a two decade old modern marriage;
to our respective corners we haver returned
like boxers in a ring without spectators and
while there are no gloves for our hands to wear,
nor any protection for our bodies or heads,
the absence of words are the only tools needed;
remembering when we were not this diplomatic
is rather an easy chore as we both can recall
quite vividly by the words that spewed out
from which no recall would be authorized...
only tearful memories linger in our bellies
like a recent holiday meal not fully eaten;
pairs of things were made for failing couples
like bedrooms and cars... upstairs and downstairs...
and while there was only one kitchen,
as soon as one appeared the other vanished
presumably off into thin air...
only to be found sitting on the back porch
staring off into the nothingness of deep thoughts...,
and while silence may not be the preferred solution
it is the only one that quite remarkedly developed.
21 December 2020
An Errand In Time
we exist inside the twisted warp of time
moments become hours unending,
we trail memories like hunting dogs
but no barking out is allowed;
an illusion drips down the painter's canvas
another mistake or was it intentional...
is the question we should be asking?
but no one left the classroom for recess
our teachers on sabbatical again, leaving
janitors to sweep away our knowledge again;
we exist inside time's continuity
a string-induced singularity shared only in the
event of an emergency or impending disaster,
neither of which have visited us for centuries
as our destiny continues lacking its fulfillments;
honored by the traditions of the unimaginative
we are the lost souls who much wash their clothes
in the cisterns of despair left for such an occasion,
waving in the air to dry like flags of surrender,
our images were thusly created and forged;
tomb raiders mocked the sentinels standing guard
dousing their fears with urination and depletion,
taking only what can be carried and no more,
circumstance is no longer a consequential victim.
21 December 2020
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