Prison (day 83)

Time slips by unbeknownst to me
Regardless of the patience I give to thee
Bars fill up the bland landscape
Gray and capturing

Relentless I feel is my tight schedule
Pointless I feel is my constant turmoil
Sunlight visits me in sun dialed accuracy
Bright and blinding

Visitors few, ladies are never
Friends aren’t friends, just forced communication
Green grass escapes from the sand
Sparse and hopeless

I am a jailbird, guilty and charged
I have been guilty of abusing
Societies deepest friends
Dry and inconsolable

day 82 (day 82)

It started off slowly
Distracted to no end
But built up a thunder
With anticipation and mud
The phone rang but twice
The stove was on fire
The water was cold
And the fish were all hungry
The sun boiled down
Mirage on the streets
Yellow turned to red
And buzzards stalked the streets
My mind wasn’t focused
Tiny flies filled my sights
Controls and their dials
Wouldn’t agree with my suit
Complexion was spotless
Comb wasn’t needed
I rolled the logs
Bend the freight
Sold the sheep
Mended the holes
Sought the banker
Fed the anchor
Filled the tanker
Helped the old lady
Wrote down a list
Divided my time
Between comedies and romance
Settled the night
With a warm glass of wine
Blinds that shut
Doors that held out
The flies and the moths
Songs that turned slow
Volume kept moderate
Temperature slightly lowered
Eyes that began to glow
Lights began to fade
Time kept ticking
Drinks ran dry
Visitors dispersed
Alarm was set
Covers ruffled
Comfy spot found
Peace be with
A night all alone

Pilgrim (day 80)

Roaming the badlands for a wondrous find
Of golden parades, or simple disdain
Like a bad weather tragedy
Or a day that’s lasted too long
It’s a drought, holding back the tears
It’s a fight that’s punctured my ears

Cooly raising a rusty can into the air
Filled with spit of ten thousand years
Cornered like a rat scared by a straw broom
Fighting like a skunk, dirty’s the only way
But zen fills the room like an omnipresent colour
Inducing the pilgrims into a fury they’ve only remembered

Remembering a love for the open road
A love for the old willow tree
When wagons had wheels made of wood
The gun spoke the law, the buffalo roamed free
And the peace was the mind
As the tumbleweed spun webs
Roaming the badlands for a wondrous find

An Adolescent Boy (day 75)

I’m totally cheating
And I’ve cheated before

I’ve cheated on food
I’ve cheated on shoes
I’ve cheated on rainbows
And I’ve cheated on you

I’ve cheated exams
I’ve cheated the government
I’ve cheated the church
I’ve cheated my parents

I think that I’m winning
I think that you’re blind
I think that I’ll go once more
Just to cheat once again!

Deep Thinking (day 70)

Among the buzzards and bees
Flys swarm and stench radiates
This is death, raw and natural
Decaying corpse of blood soaked skin
And I face it, with unglazed eyes
Piercing it’s cold exterior
With reckless abandon
Ignoring the patient wolves
Hovering yonder
Waiting to enjoy their feast in peace
And I wonder…

The Start (day 65)

A new beginning starts at the end
A fallen log births once again
A cloud that forms, fades to mist
A sun that shines falls behind

And most of all
In powers of shame
I lie awake
Feeding the pain

A new day arrives, slowly at first
A yawn awaits with splashing exuberance
A blend erupts of the choicest fruits
A hoodwinked scallywag pokes out the door

Time (day 64)

Sun, ever alluding
Peeks its shining head out
From behind the yonder clouds
While the wind
High above in rigor glory
Blows it’s destruction

Shade brings sun brings shade
Brings leaves
Time brings dusk
Time brings dawn
Loosen your grip
Just let it slip