Saturday, March 25, 2017

First Bite of Spring

The first bite of Spring
is the cool chill
that doesn’t sting,
is spying the last piece
of melting snow
with a smile and a wink.

The first bite of Spring
is to smell the coming bloom,
to see that slight blur
of color that promises
to unfurl.

To drink in the Spring
is to tread that dangerous place,
and yearn to soak it all in
before it burns our face.

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Warrior at the Bulk Discount Club

some solitude
amid the bustling shoppers,
rain-spattered, unshaven,
somehow proud
cubicle sharecropper

weaving past
old and young,
dodging evidence
of decline
to get the provisioning

like a beast of prey,
bringing the kill home
to start the day

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Rebellion of the Cluttered Mind Warp

submission grows slowly
without time to think
numbed with the circus
our gossip
and drink

rancid workthink
bleeds into leisure time
these precious hours
somehow no longer mine

and thus
the chase for daily bread
cascades the worry
in a dreamer’s head

but lo and behold
with such lust to lash out
and take hold of that lightening
to bring real life about

Saturday, March 4, 2017

Kings at the Half King

surly adversaries
after hardly a pint
proud of our heady resolve
and might

making our plans
over soggy-soft coasters
the loud happy babble
of still-youthful boasters

let decades slip past
and revisit these scenes
as hardscrabble years
claim the hardest of dreams

true resolve doesn’t die
but grinds away
and lives on
as the quest will consume us
in our own haggard song