Master Fly

November 24, 2014

As the door opens
And the cold draft passes
As the man
With the thick beard
And rough face
Grabs a stool next to mine
And kicks up his feet
On the old and tarnished brass rail.
As I sit there and hear him
Order the usual jack and a pint
His type always does
I realize my friend
The bar stool prophet
Is no where to be found
And as I look over
At the mirror behind the bar
Sponsored by wild turkey
Or some other terrible brand
I see him smiling back at me
He raises his glass
As I do too
In a silent toast
To the pupil
Becoming
The master.

Right or Wrong

November 23, 2014

A constant pressure
Never sure if I am right
Or if it’s all wrong

New and Old

November 22, 2014

A new year
A new wine
A new friend
A new time
A new life
A new plan
A new thought
A new man
An old time
An old drink
An old love
An old stink
An old place
An old kiss
An old passion
A vicious miss

Land Before

November 21, 2014

Dreamer dreaming dreams
Mystically mysterious
Lands left long ago

Sidewalk Trash

November 20, 2014

Forgotten again
Never really remembered
Only by the streets

What was once love

November 19, 2014

One day
All these problems
All these silly little fights
All these aches of growing
Will go away
And what will remain?
Will it be a Phoenix risen from the ash?
Or will it be an empty shell
Of what was once love?

Chilling Scream

November 18, 2014

Icy breath
A cloud of vapor
Cool still air
A piercing cry
Red on white
A painting of death
In the snowy field