friday night free flow

the f flowed all day
all day the f screamed
as if it was dying inside

for the f sake
sanity is at stake
for the f sake

do you mind
f ing one one another
for f ing f

loved to chase g
but e had other
things in mind

when e caught f
mother of f’ing son
of b, dough ray me sunshine

f’ing A
another week shot to s

Saturday Nite

Is it feeling alright?

Peepers sing in the dark

TV mystery plays on screen

Red merlot flows the night

Sleepy, fuzzy thoughts float

Chirping eve, quiet. Soft. Dark.

it is feeling ok.

I think…

February 15

treading lightly, my clamped boots
snow crunches beneath my thirsty soul.
orange juice pulp radiates through the shimmering green pines
lining my way with majestic straightness. The path sloshes
left, right and skids slick where the beaming warmth
peeks through the ice blue– spotted, brown cattails poke
around the chiseled pond, all hail to
the chief! wooden planks click clack the
way through the red triangle trail of winter.
Lungs alive, heavy deep breaths– heaving
puffs of warm spirit floating
and fighting the brisk tidal waving silence.


Feeling the age of

Gummed up works and

Crackling, creaking squeaking

Nuts and bolts, joints slow

Brain oozing sludge,

verbs,adjectives, nouns and

Commas dissecting erroneously

vomiting Nonsense

(As usual)