Posts for 2025 (page 8)

*Observations and Thoughts on Sunday Afternoon:

Somehow I have managed to
End up falling in
Love with a girl who,
In this case, may
Never comprehend just how she
Absolutely saved my life

Love
Infinite
Love
Indeed

The way the trees sway back and forth

Like they’re waving hello to each other
Being able to steal a glance at the sun
While it hides behind the clouds
How the clouds look so comfortable
Just gliding through the sky
Taking they’re sweet time
The little ripples in the water when the wind blows
While it may not always be chaotic
It is never calm, it is alive
How the wind makes my loose hairs tickle my face
Reminding me to stay in the moment
The warmth of the sun on my back
While I lay here and feel, indulge

Butterflies, song birds, dragonflies, bees,
all beautiful inspiration for me,
to fuel the power to shower
inspiration that leads
to world peace.

                    we float
                                
                                    on water

            recumbant

dead leaves on the lawn

On Illness, Virginia Woolf

Dialects
are forgotten

and it’s my first awareness
of my latest offering
of the glorious red

the stealthy journeyman
sought me out
from across the apartment

plumpening up
on my essence of life
to sustain its own

no matter where i sit
there’s eventual itch
like how the fuck did you find me here

then a laugh
’cause i’m creeping toward worship
of your sheer persistance

male loneliness spreads
like random blood smears
on the mattress

who needs to bring a girl by
when i have you
always here at home with me

proboscis in my flesh
i can maybe accept a tariffed irritation
overlook shadows you bypass order in

all for an entity
that will always chase after me
because it actually wants to keep me around

There are clothes hanging on a clothes line 
Someone’s dirty laundry now made clean
garments are worn thin
being scrubbed and wrung and squeezed 
the life dripping back into the wash bin
Only to be poured out again
new water needed for the rinse 
I walk among them 
stainless and stiff 
The washtub waits for me 
a backwards baptism 
I kneel before it 
staring at my reflection 
not fighting the hand that pushes against the back of my head 
I wonder how clean I’ll get 

Of the earth

On

Tomato slices

Watermelon

Sunday pizza crust

Open wounds

And frozen margarita glasses

In my tears

Midnight french fries

On bar napkins

Kentucky theater popcorn

Off your skin

In my mouth

Sweeter than molasses

Like a sandwich I am pinned 
between God’s grace and forgiveness.
Inside the church another day
for a boost 
a push 
a nudge 
a hug
a lift 
a shove 
a kiss
a raise 
or a kick in the right direction.
The weekly pit stop for inspiration 
to refill my tank
and to give my thanks.