My memory woke me up;
Two dollars and loose strings
Attached to each of my morals
Dangling cheaply
To the tune of a Tom Waits album
On repeat.
I’ve gone over the top again,
My finger jammed
Into some random container
Taking up space
On my single seated table.
Two young girls
Giggled in the corner
But quickly remembered where they were,
Checked their long blonde hair
And checked their phones
Together.
Tomorrow I’ll be here again,
I’ll wear my eagle belt buckle
That reminds me
I’m more than two dollars
On the good days,
And ask the waitress
With the good smile
To kindly take this container away
For it’s killin’ my mood, man.
Tag: finger
Coldness (day 2948)
There is a coldness in my knees
That you have taken as your pain
Three roses in a clear glass vase
Four fingers slender and delicate
Married and mixed in my sun spotted desk
Floating bits of life’s decay
Piano music to my center.
Sideways and Twisted (day 2913)
She was ratcheting herself
To the tune of my beat
A goal and a dream
Sideways and twisted
And in the tangles
Amongst the flowers
A smile about her lips
As her fingers grasped tighter.
Backwards Memory (day 2872)
I awoke into a dream
That had me backwards memory
Two and two made half is 1
Double meant I’d run
Crossed my fingers
And crossed the bridge
Danced a jig to celebrate
With a bear who spoke my name
While two wise men
Who carried a bag
Came up to me to say
“God, young son,
Will find your way
If you close your eyes and stay.”
So off I went
In the heart of lent
Dancing bear no more
A river bent
My onward path
So I swam into the middle
Where I found my enemy
A rock, so heavy
Floated off the levy
And made it home in time
To dine.
Roses (day 2849)
I smelt roses every morning
Since I left my window open
Morning air carried longer
Freshest scent of care
Where dutiful fingers tended
Each thorny branch, so sharp
Up along my window’s ledge
Down into my heart.
Day’s Mirth (day 2765)
Goodbye to another day
Worked my fingers raw
Played a song
With Wild Buffalo
Who danced an ancient dance.
Watched Orion come and go
And set the moon aglow,
And in my heart
I knew it’d come
To waking once more
Into a day, another work
Filling me with all my mirth.
Each (day 2762)
As daylight waves a day goodbye
Eyes grow ever weary
Toil has been a good day spent
Fingers feel their strength
And in the hour I say my thanks
I speak of each their task
Remembering that uniquely
Each their strengths, we carry.
Stormy Winter Walk (day 2709)
Blowing snow
Frozen ground
Cold fingers
Relief (day 2700)
When day’s toil’s been had
Sore fingers rest a while
A goodness helps within
Growing age, nature’s win.
Though even maker’s broken down
A sigh of relief escaped
Dying sun burned out
Each smile felt deeply
As though devout.
Zeus’s Power (day 2627)
I’ve gone deep into a wild infusion
Lavender mixed with chaga
Subtle caressing and powerful intention
Racing through my veins
Leaving me with Zeus’s power
Leaving me with quest for life
Leaving me to gently run
My fingers over this chest.