Running away

November 30, 2017

One week delayed.
Let’s try
And keep it that way.
Too often it slips
And becomes two.
Or three.
Or many, many more.
One is manageable.
Two is tough.
Three won’t happen.
More is rough.

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Writing

November 29, 2017

The words are flowing
Like beer from the tap
Of a dingy bar
Both lead to
An empty heart
And an empty head
At least one
Doesn’t hurt
The liver.

Message in a bottle

November 28, 2017

I made fifteen falsehoods
And hid one truth
Inside a bottle.
Let it out
In the ocean vast.
Maybe one day,
They’ll find
Fifteen truths
And but a single lie.
One day.

Star

November 27, 2017

The Grand stands roared
As the Gladiator stopped
Took his final
Labored breath
And succumbed to the poison
Of stardom.

Lost at sea

November 26, 2017

The firm grip
Of his old hands,
With their
Wisps of hair
Haphazardly growing
Out of liver spots and moles,
Tightening quickly
Straining against
The rough threads
Of the rope
Slipping and scraping
As she slides away
Into the oceans darkness

Graveyard grace

November 25, 2017

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Chasing the Sun

November 24, 2017

Old pink said it best
You run and run, to catch up to the sun
But it’s sinking.
Too bad we are all fools
To times tricky ways.
Every moment past the next
Simple concept, leaves most perplexed.
Going to becomes could have done
When we forget
We have to run.