#1500 a mile

we rip families and cut communities apart
then act surprised and confused
when ripples continue a generation or two later
shocked that after disadvantaging them from womb to death
that they are prone to what we label bad decisions
my feet can't walk three steps in those shoes

#1499 less

her violent smile
gives me guilt
for sins uncommitted
still, her injured eyes
make me feel
i must have
and so she exploits the world
one meaningless item at a time

#1498 a small toast

hello teeny ears
can you separate music from sound, words from noise, lyric from song
hello tiny hands
do you know the line where you and the world meet
hello little nose
do you know Mother's smell after she leaves the room
hello new mouth
do you get tired, with everything being new
hello wide eyes
here's to you, always seeing yourself as perfect as i do

#1497 gone?

where is the pretty girl
the one whose scarf always matched her socks
where is the pretty girl
the one whose ear played toward her shoulder during her first words in our conversations
where is the pretty girl
the one who tries to hide her smile
a habit left over from adolescent braces
where is the pretty girl
tell her i miss her

#1496 fashion lessons

the mountain has packed away her winter clothes
revealing summer greens
vibrant
her ground holds heat the way she holds her inhabitants
without judgement or expectation
and like students in a foreign language class
or in a typing class
we fail to appreciate the merit of her lessons

#1495 sound philosophy

my favourite weight in this world
is the weight that i wait for each day
i wait for the weight of his weight on my chest
his ranine but angelic position
he has much to teach his dad and his world about perspective and sin and patience
all things which he cannot name and does not understand
skin to skin i stare at him and he
teaches me to be
just, to be
and in this profound moment between father and son
i smile
the way one smiles when he knows he has found a shortcut to the secrets of our universe
then i smile wider
because his response to this profound moment
is to release a significant amount of thunder down under

#1494 slippery trout laughing

i stand, roadside
knee deep in lake water
fishing with my hands for trout hanging out by the culvert
i've been fishing for three hours
and the fish still tease me
i can touch them, feel them slide away
watch them come back to tease me again
still i try
achieving the impossible
is worth the effort

#1493 change is imminent

this should be special
this should be more than a task, a dreaded chore
yet here i am
pushing plastic
filling space
spending life

#1492 how long is a second?

the screen door creeaaak-SLAMS
as we enter the playground called summer
lakes and bikes and beaches
the clocks remain the same
but the time they measure changes
late nights and forgotten mornings
oh slam door
let me be young again

#1491 touched

when i see her, i cry
she is not a sad person
i do not know her well
but she sings
and i heard her sing the right words at the right time in my life
now
when i see her, i cry

#1490 someone murdered the sheriff

who murdered the sheriff
cried the townspeople
fearful of a world without an authority
to tell them what is wrong and what is right
but they hear the deputy
survived and is doing well
and they sigh, relief
imagine a world
where we needed no sheriffs, no referees, no organizing committees
sleep well sheriff

#1489 lullabuy

lullabye goes the world
lulling itself to sleep
singing songs of self-corruption
and profit on the backs of the invisible
we can't see the crime if the victims live half a world away
each day we rock ourselves to sleep
rock a little harder
rock the sins away
rock away resonsibility
rock away ownership
rock a buy-ourselves-to-sleep

#1488 beneath the gear loft

the sleeping bag beside mine is empty
and in the morning i will pack it with me for the day
again
she loved camping
my beard grows long and tangled with my regret
i imagine her here, beside me
still i hear her voice
punishing myself
for the times i did not listen
for the kind words i left unspoken
for the times i was too busy to sit, to chat
i do not miss the expensive trips or the restaurant meals or the anniversary gifts
i miss the plain, the simple
their miracle

#1487 last night together

before you come up to bed henry
turn out the light
alice leans heavy on the rail
pulling her 78-year body to the second storey
a body battered by poverty and children and hard work and life
a life she feels blessed about
like a recovering patient, she removes her clothes
with stubborness and persistence
she listens for henry
but the tv is still on
while downstairs
the lightsgoes out for henry

#1486 80 clicks per hour

i'm floating up
a car sits in the ditch
my car
two wheels still spin
the last thing i remember
is changing songs on the radio
my baby boy
i fight to swim down
he's in the back he's in the back
then i hear him cry
and i feel the relief that i felt four years old
on the day he joined us
i'm floating up again
floating

#1485 pie

what was once a dream
is now a chore
this pie in the sky
is freezer burnt and stale
this mountaintop holds know valley view
this cereal prize
is cheap and plastic
still toil toils on
a habit of the namesake
soon to morph into something new
soon

#1484 haunted

ghosts are hiding in my eyeballs
i see them with my opens open
they haunt me with my eyes closed
i see their smiles
hear their kind words, their laughter
they are on my night ceiling
they are in my morning mirror\
haunting
and i feel blessed

#1483 white rabbit

smoke
in my eyes
but i sit
motionless
eyes open
smoke in my nostrils and lungs
but i sit at the campfire
and laugh and smile and smile and laugh with the others
drinking my oblivion into oblivion
for months,
numb has been my favourite emotion

#1482 awaiting spring

there's a big black hole
inside my soul
the sole reason of my existence and my destruction
a big black whole
darker than coal
where i spend each night on my pillow
someone paint my soul a cpring colour
yellow or red or lime-green
paint over this whole
this big black hole

#1481 straight from the hip

the sherriff looked tired
so i took him down
he had his alpha years
but then lost to me in a quick fair fight
i mourned his legend for a moment
not long enough for the buzzer flies to arrive though
now they call me a killer
but i feel the same
just a reputation to protect
and some day
some day
a young sheriff will take me down

#1480 apology to the woman ahead of me in the check-out line-up for not speaking up

you look tired
you look like this life is a mockery of what you dreamed of as a child
you look like you think life is something that happens to you
like you haven't felt the joy of waking up from a good sleep in years
please, tell me your problems
life has been good to me
i owe the world favours
please, put some of your load on my shoulders
as a thank you, i will try to remind your facial muscles how to smile
tell me about the kids and the job and the fellow (there's always a fellow)
you don't filter and i won't judge
tell me how you came to view each day as something to be passed
when did you give up believing that tomorrow might be great
why
what happened
please, tell me your problems

#1479 the smell after blowing out birthday candles

eyelashes and first stars
birthday candles and shooting stars
pennies in the well
all are wasted on me
my life, today
is my wish

#1478 green

between black asphalt and grey curb
lives a green weed
whispering that plants and nature
will outlive humans and technology
unless we stop and listen to the teachings all around us

#1477 haiku

happiness is in
extracting a dandelion
pulling, root and all

#1476 moderation

the sun is out but i am in
delayed gratification
feels like a sin
my friends run and play
whil;e i sit and work
delayed gratification
can be a real jerk
i can't sit here a moment longer
i'm going ou

#1475 T.I.D.

her eyes are borrowed from some woodland nymph
attractive innocence
her features form a maiden
smooth vulnerability
there is a skinny line between admirer and stalker

#1474 whitewalls

a clean car syas something about the man
but the statement dpends on the man
on the motivation
shine and wax
while your family's inside
your daughters grow up
without your eyes
rinse and shampoo
is this what you have to do
to chain the inner beast
keep him in his cage
buff out the rage

#1473 lake weekend

crank your window down pump your music up
find your friends, lose yourselves in the lake
fill the cooler, empty your mind
remember the sunscreen, forget the stress
chill the drinks, heat up the night
forget about it all, forget how to be fake
it's the weekend
we're heading to the lake

#1472 behind the fences

home is more than a rectangle
more than floors and walls and ceilings
more than welcome mats and wall trinkets
home is your place to go when the world gives you a black eye, then spits in it
home is the summer sound of an unpretentious beer opening
home is the window candle burning in a blizzard of long ago
home is more than a place for hosting
home is more than a place to house possessions
home is your favourite holiday meal
home is a shelter in the wild
home is more than four letters
home is its own alphabet that forms a language of comfort, of self, of belly-deep breathing

#1471 plain birds

i thought i was creative
but all my clouds look like planes and birds and spaceships
still i stare upward from on my back
surrounded by dandelions and dogshit
and all i can do is keep cloud-gazing
hoping my eyes and my creativity and the right cloud
unite
in a moment of perfection

#1470 sometime after recess and before adulthood

when did they leave
or was it me
as happy as i am to know i can live without them
i miss them
i miss the me that was
i knew life like the back of my hand
we can spin back the hands of clocks
wasted revolutions
but time is not manipulated in such ways
time is a precocious child
who must be tricked and smooth-talked and deceived
into doing what we want
and even then
the best we can hope for
is small steps

#1469 11:34

the clock shows four digital 1's
she tells me make a wish
not knowing she is my wish, my bliss, this
her
him
me
family
23 minutes pass
and i am reminded of the hell that was my life
before she turned my hell upside down
showing me heaven in a meal for two
now three

#1468 inspection

when i come around
maintain your pace
embrace your ordinariness
do not look busy for me
i want to see the miracle of the everyday
for everyday, you change lives
underestimation comes in the form of repetition

#1467 fade to black

love was an arrangement
now it's a far-fetched impossibility
hollywood's sheets never stain
and her make-up smears to perfection
they can say they find the truth of the story in the lies of the screen
but i know better
any story of love cannot be told in the two hours between credits

#1466 the nail

his hands were owned and tagged by the cigarettes and the hours given to underpaid labour
with ten kids you don't choose work, work chooses you
a tea is a tea
he watched his grandchildren throw away things that were miracles just a couple decades before
he outlived his time
and like the rest of us
time outlived him
i hope his was a simple box, well-crafted

#1465 childhood in a pail

scratched hot wheels
in a one gallon bucket
and all the hours they fill
garages and races and construction projects
everyone needs a dixie lee and a tow truck

#1464 after dark

hello night
this day's fullness
makes you a welcome guest
the pole in the pillow pulls my head to slumber
hard work and fresh air with a fresh conscience
brings the best from sleep

#1463 held

in the middle of our living room, surrounded by furniture and walls
enveloped by our house, our property
held by our community, hugged by mountains

#1462 family

it's 11:11
says my wife
make a wish
but i pretend to wish because this life is bliss
with heer and him
and me and them

#1461 and cross your t's

eyeballs are disturbing out of their sockets
naked and disturbing
all you want to do do is pick them up and stick them in
but the last thing you want to do is touch them
and even when they're gone from your sight
time drags before you can see regular ones the same again

#1460 three hands and a face

the night burns into day
as day walks into evening
time laughs at our digital clocks
laughs herself to sleep at night
beneath the sky-lights
beneath blue and black and greys
and morning shades of blood and autumn
time is a lake
and a dessert
time is darkness
time is light
time is a billion years of fill-in-the-blank metaphors
she never flies straight
she's laughing to hard
at the ticking of our time-telling devices
telling us nothing
precisely
nothing

#1459 mommy's belly smiles

mommy's belly smiles
since the day you entered this world
through the door the doctors built
special for you
mommy's belly smiles like daddy's mouth
happy you're here
adding colour to our pack of crayons
mommy's belly smiles
and daddy's proud of her
for every breath she breathes
from inside of her belly's smile
to out past her lips
diamonds are silly rocks
but love and parenthood and you
these are what makes the word special sound inadequate

#1458 pumping platelets

helicptors land and still i hear your heart beat-beat
beat-beat
something quits
the pump ceases because there is not enough blood left to pump
giving up happens when purpose disappears
platelets and blood cells flow across peat
red on black
flowing
searching wholes in the soil
forever searching for something so wothwhile
becoming a smaller part of something bigger

#1457 lub-dub

what is a heart but a long-lasting pump
how can people hurt a pump
it still beat-beats
despite the abuse
it still beat-beat-beats despite you
just like a knife in the heart
the pain came from the injury
but the death came from the removal of the blade

#1456 by dad

i wake him
to guarantee myself he's breathing
i stare at him
to convine myself he's there
i hold him
to remind myself he's mine
i love him
because there is no other way

#1455 jealous poet

his font is normal
but his text reshapes my tete
his words share an alphabet with mine
but they speak a language more intense
i remind myself that seemless ease and perfection
come only with practice
thousands and thousands of hours of practice

#1454 happily out of tune

the guitar
the running shoes
the writing notebook
   all sit idle
ever since his life entered mine

#1453 first son

i thought i loved her
i thought the feeling i had each time i saw her was love
but then mixed half of her and half of me
and the love that i filled my world
the only way it's possible
is that she made my world grow too

#1452 pride

they warned me
smug, i thought i understood
they warned me
about love
and change
and sleep
they warned me
but here i am
a proud new dad

#1451 Jack and the Beans Talk

Jack had beans for breakfast
Lunch was loads of chilli
Bean burritos were for supper

Now Jack's Mum and Dad say, "Bedtime, Jack"
Jack's Mum says, "Shhh..."
Jack's Dad says, "Shhh..."

But Jack his wide and long awake
He wants to walk, he wants to talk
(And so do his beans)

#1450 joyless kill

The coyote yelps and twists in pain
The hunter in anguish too
Seeing the pain in his five inch miss
With the power of the gun
Comes the pain in responsibility
He fires another
The coyote drops
Motionless
The hunter lowers the gun
Embarrassed

#1449 oscar

and i had days when i wanted to move in with him
rent my own room in the trash can
i had days when the world seemed like a worse choice
days full of mean words and worse feelings
i had days when i heard all that oscar left unsaid
how many cool spaces there were in there
hidden oases, cardboard-covered shelter
where demands and deadlines were not allowed
i had days when i wanted to get past his grouchness
see what gem he was hiding for himself
and other days
he was just a green puppet in a garbage can

#1448 john done

i can't write a poem about the forest, or the river, or the sun
too many have been done
i can't write a poem about love, or breaking up, or jealousy
there's too many of those you see
i can't write a poem about kittens, or puppies, or little ones
the world already has tons and tons
beauty
done
hate
done
war
done
done, done, done


i've got one
i'll write a poem about the ones i can't do because they've already been done

#1447 wrong reasons

i love for all the wrong reasons
stronger than any right reason
each tic of the clock on the wall
is a win against the odds
according to logic
i should have played roullette with eight in the chamber
but then, that wouldn't be playing
would it
i'm here
and the more you hate me
the more i know i'm alive

#1446 valley visitors

there is no house on that mountain
and no easy trail to that non-house
i daydream about moving there
helping rare visitors find the answers
that pull them up the mountain
answers to questions that pushed them up the trail
i would need a beard
white
and white hair
and an old but ageless look

#1445 the river

barb fence and dew on the mountain
and a man bigger than life
lightning and thunder
in order of appearance
even the stars are scared tonight
relatives like me whose names are new to my lips
we follow the road
home

#1444 quaecumque sunt vera

there is nothing so true as great fiction
how can you beat reality
without the bias and nuissance of fact
truth is not in the second-hand, or the position of the planets
truth is not in the exact words, every uh and um
truth is not the precise location, not plotted points on x and y
it is the right location, it is the why
truth is not the number of people in the room, it is a room in people
fill the pages with lies until truth crawls out
she is persistent and unrelenting
and the page is a great truth-finder

#1443 ready or not

walk down the hall by yourself
and open our classroom door
i want to meet you
get to know you
we've been waiting waiting your arrival
longer than you have been
stop knocking and pull open the door

#1442 hiding hope with fake humility

you praise my creation
i smile and thank you
thinking about all the neglect
family, health, self
and i hope you turn my creation
into enough action
to make it worth it all

#1441 former

i am myself
alarm clock is my enemy
i'm so sick of waking up and doing right
i am me myself and i
but we've been better
all i wanna do is sleep away the days
and couch surf the nights
sick of fighting the same same fights
my shoulder blades ache from where the wings were torn out
sometime between adolescence and now

#1440 hope

he calls me Dad and he
looks up until is neck kinks
how do i grow 90 feet tall
teach me handiness and prowess and manhood
sell me the instruction booklet
give me the owner's manual
teach me to stay calm when he lies motionless
covered in hospital bed tubes
not everything can be fixed with epoxy and a hammer
for some repairs there is no right tool
just time and hope

#1439 lost son

empty sky
live and die
cry and try
the crib mobile pays simple soothing disturbing music
rain falls in the nursery
no sirree, yessirree

disappearing into this ghost of a floor
that was built from planks of love and hope
now carpeted in fears come alive
see me
see me

you are my son
like Dad's own cloud
i stand here in the night
waiting for a first word that never comes
how can i unhang these pictures, box these toys, paint these walls
live and die, empty sky
live and die, empty sky

#1438 surrender

zip your suitcase triple check your ticket
follow the road and all its signs
find the concrete nest where metal birds take off and land
set all you need on a conveyor ride that looks so smooth
carrying every thing through a black flap
behind which you have no control
her voice echoes with each back-and-forth swing of the flap
did you pack your own, did you leave them unattended
did you pack your own, did you leave them unattended
sometimes
leaving them unattended
is the best love you can give

#1437 scaring myself

speak my language
or at least
understand
know what i need
know the taste is my world
all i really need next to love
know that i'm not selfish or stubborn or spoiled
i just have a lot of learnin' left to do
your learning is a library
mine a cue-card
find patience when i flail and kick and scream
to tired to slip into sleep
too scared to settle down
swaddle me nourish me
and i'll try to fix this world

#1436 due

let me sleep here
a little longer
i promise i'll
come out soon
but for now
let me breathe inside
this here little womb

do not push
me out
let me float float
float
a little
longer
there'll be time enough for being out, when the comin' time a comes

rub these walls
from your next room over
wish me well
let me be
let me be
let me be free
your room's, responsibility

#1435 this spring

dust clouds swirl beneath my bed
similar to the
inside ofof my head
my mind needs a visit from a broom
not unlike this here room
the clothes that fill my closet
haven't left it since the last time i moved houses
and even then they were trapped for the trip in a box

#1434 fingers and hearts

hands speak a language if you let them
combination locks
telephone numbers
guitar licks
so does the human heart
if we let it
if we keep the brain from confoundifying things
like our fingers
our hearts can
open locked places
contact other people
and make music

#1433 protecting family

we shall sit around this table
together
we will break walls by breaking bread
together
we will share community
by sharing salad
together
the big box will stay dark
the little boxes will wait until dessert is done
we will ignore the excuses
we will fight to protect suppers together
together

#1432 when being a man was hard and simple

the world was shorter then
and taller were the men
raised by mothers with hearts 100 feet around
raised, by the whole damned town
men had dirt beneath their nails
obvious their wins, obvious their fails
now we have ties
that tie men in suits
suits that don't suit men
give them their rugged jeans back again
let them be men
let them wait in hospital halls
let them be men
let them not understand women's length of telephone calls
let them be men
give them problems that can be fixed with tools and with hands
let them be men
let them be men

#1431 underwater

eyes closed
i hold my breath
falling slow
underwater
in dry clothes

life
flashes before me like a perfect movie with some kind of twisted end

i hear the music in the water
the music tells me to float down
to let the ocean bottom pull me down
pull me home

then your voice screams
quiet and distant and murky
then louder, clear
kick, Kick, KICK

my eyes shoot open
i kick right,
kick left
kick-kick-kick

the light winches me up
on the power of your voice

#1430 before walking indoors to make the decision

standing on a balcony
all humans are my minions
they just don't know it
i watch them brush past one another
each hiding their own story behind vacant subway eyes

i can make them see
give me my front-page story
let them read my contribution
let me un-desensitize
let me show these dots, these ants

they give themselves away to devices
they forget what being human means
let me remind them
let me remind them
let me bring them home

#1429 when creep is a step up

alone
in a crowded street
no wife no
friend to meet
a bubble of silence in a sea of noise
i am worse than a creep
i am a nothing
i am the invisible "0" at the far right of the decimal
but i have no sense of place and i have no value
i am a not
i am in knots
thousands of my species
walk past
i am a crack in the sidewalk
happiness is a perversion right now

#1428 the note inside my head

one finger
one piano key
dah
dah
da
dah
scream
alone in a home for five
these walls are empty
this mind is bursting
with no one to save
save for the dead

tears are a luxury
that well is dry
cold stone
dark echo
dah
da-da-da

my parents are gone
i am
the bit of the candle left
both ends burned
da-da
da-da

#1427 objects in mirror are close, and so is fear

reverse the jetta out the drive
deliberate the shoulder checks

radio, kill the pedestrians left behind
drive the nights away and sleep for daze
childhood is a beautiful monster
who works in simple devious ways

so i count regrets like sheep on the screen of a child's mind
righteousness
fear
failure to act

highway highway, hug me somehow
stroke my ego, close my eyes
all
for a tank of gas
stroke my ego, close my eyes
highway highway, hug me now

#1426 jaw

my father's lip was bitten
sucking back words
bits of food from last night's supper
his jaw
invades the bodies
of tension and power

#1425 dessert

i thought love was a dessert
a pie or a mousse or a tin of cookies
so i filled my mouth
until crumbs spilled out my mouth
then i jammed extra into my pockets
while the people who loved me
watched
hungry

#1424 kryptonite

we were tight
you and me
tight like
like superman and clark kent
and we both know who was which
but while you and your cape were flying
i was writing
and writing
and writing

then your cape was torn and you fell
i failed to catch you
failed to see that your cape was the power behind my words, my glasses, my hands

#1423 acj

she stands 8 feet minus 3
tough as gravel, gentle as a new baby
she breaks boards and fights fires
she teaches all the little liars
her bark is big
but her bite is better
you ain't met no one like this
no not ever
she was a little-bitty weed
growing in a forest of trees
now she's a big old weed
and the forest begs mercy down at her knees

#1422 offspring

words one longs for
daddy's little girl
the quiet, protective look
daddy's little girl
words he never hears

#1421 the grass grows where her trailer once stood

your body is old
but your spirit walks backward
to when crosswords would not hold your attention
i see you walking backward
avoiding sidewalk cracks and looking for treasure

and i hope you find your treasure
and i hope you know you were mine

#1420 the lame punch line in the dirty joke

i wanna meet the an i could've been
the one with no regretted scars
the one who never hurt the hearts he loved
i wanna meet the man i could've been
i am a dirty joke and the lame punch line and he is the bible and the qur'an
i might look like a distant relative but i am a fraud
let me stand beside the man i could've been
should've been
let me whisper a prayer in his ear
let him show me the way back
to being a good man

#1419 sincerely, acoustic guitar

the strings might make the sound
but the hole makes the music
lets everyone hear the notes
and though it should look funny and out of place
the hole looks normal
because we all have our own

#1418 ben

i looked up to him
put him on a cloud and expected him to sit there
not to fall
but clouds have no solid substance
and so he fell
down
down
down
then i blamed him
how dare he fall when i put him up on such a high cloud
years later, the anger has evaporated
and he is my hero again
not because of the cloud, or the fall
but because of the way he bounced

#1417 forever

this baby is coming
and as excited as i am
the birth scares me
how much can i help
but more than the birth
is that minute
we walk home, through our door
the birth will happen
will have a beginning and an end
but parenting
lasts longer than the drive to the faraway hospital

#1416 just once

you can't do anything ten times

without doing it once

days off, days on

mean words, huge feats

there is no chance of a tenth time

or even a second

without a first

#1415 the unfairness of time

father father, show me how
that was then and this is now
i look down at your shrinking frame
still 8-feet tall to me
sometimes i wish my world was so simple
that my jobs were blue
but then i know
i'd never reach the standard set by you
father father, fix the clock somehow

#1414 fifth gear and hauling weight

life is squeezed into the compact car
i slip the gearshift into reverse
roll out,
waving in the awkward way one waves
over-aware that this is a life-changing moment
then i'm on the highway, alone
as roadsigns whiz by
the dj's play the soundtrack of chapters past
and chapters ahead

#1413 in dog years

i'm the first to leave
hiding my yawns
stifling my opinion on the bar's choice of music volume
i use the excuse that i should go home and check on the dogs
everyone left their dogs at our place
fenced backyard

my dog stands, staring at me
to anthropomorphize
her star pouted
i'm tired,
why did you leave me with all these young pups?

#1412 i do

then, the weight on my finger was heavy
now, noticing requires intention
one of the everyday miracles we take for granted
like air and water and a roof

#1411 hall of fame

my mother's hands should be enshrined
the mother hall of fame
how many diapers changed
how many lunch sandwiches built
when does the committee vote
and how has no one heard

#1410 april

winter's dark ugly brown turns to spring dust
dancing like a music-box ballerina
behind each passing car
the asphalt holds warmth
holds promise
holds promises

#1409 the converted

went to the city
murdered a younger me
the sheriff wore a false badge
fooled me for years
penance was a lie designed to distract me
when i learned
i drew his gun, loaded
pointed the barrel at his phony trinket
passed him the gun and walked away

#1408 memorizing poetry

you turned the trees into words
cage/page the message
and now all we take with us beneath our headstone
is catchy jingles for burgers and beers
this is not their fault
this was us
we shackled our own wrists
and the only good news
we hold the keys in our selves

#1407 eve of destruction

you

the woods, an apple

me, and you beneath the tree

certainly a serpent there

fruit forbidden falls

before newton knew

now everything is ugly

i know innocence is lost

but still i try

penance

still i try

#1406 angel at the end of the road

the excitement of the catch

we boxed her, framed her as proof of our control

then traveled in yellow for hours

only to return again to the end of the road

she lay beside the nourishment we provided to keep our proof alive

she lay

dead

#1405 love

i used to be happy, with a book and an empty house

i still am, but only for a little while

then i start watching the window waiting

wondering, when she will be home

#1404 50 plus one

who's've guessed that the banjo would grow a cool factor
maybe there is hope for real music
that's not right, there is always hope for real music
and because of it
what i mean to say, is maybe there is hope for the majority

#1403 eyes closed, fifth row

that man doesn't play the guitar, the guitar plays him
the recording is good, but the moment is lost
the relationship between musician and instrument, between musician and audience
the song is for the moment, the moment for the song

#1402 worth the admission

there are 181 chairs

each holding one person

182 if you include his

but for those minutes

there is only him and his guitar

eyes closed

body moving the way a singer's body moves when the music takes them

his hair is a curtain that shelters him in this room with his guitar

allowing the audience only a glimpse