I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books. I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me. My story is not a pleasant one; it is neither sweet nor harmonious, as invented stories are; it has the taste of nonsense and chaos, of madness and dreams – like the lives of all men who stop deceiving themselves. – Emil Sinclair, “Damien”, Herman Hesse
I Lost The Title
I lost the title.
Knew what I wanted to say
But then I forgot.
An Old Beatnik’s Saturday
Smoking hazy bowl.
What does satori look like?
Half-naked lover.
Evening Walk
A blood red sunset.
Solitary bat above,
looking at my neck.
Roy Rogers
So I am thinking
About stuffing my big dog.
Sorta like Trigger.
But You’re Still Here
I almost hear it –
The sound of you being gone.
Miss your every breath.
Celebrity Announcer
Just so you all know,
still old me on the inside.
Right down to the hat.
My Buddy Is Late
Trip Advisor
Marker 48
Afternoon brewery stop.
Stick with the pilsner.
Yelp
Marker Forty-Eight
"You Are Welcome To Bring Food."
Can I just have beer?
Looking Out My Window
Don’t you love Nature?
Saw a two-bunny stampede,
one noisy Blue Jay.
Haiku Idea
Want to write a poem.
Meditation on aging.
“Handlebar Nose Hairs.”
