A For Effort

I read the clouds wrong last night

Thinking they meant rain

Not another fight

I messed up the tea and made it too weak

Oh be mild, be mild

Remember the meek

I tried to clean my room that messy place

I picked up the floor

And threw it into space

How the stars twinkled lighting up the sky

Rows of gleaming orbs

In response I sigh

Portentous events I do ignore

Pretending to be oblivious

But to what advantage, what for

I can’t read clouds nor predict the rain

I can’t make tea or clean

My weaknesses so plain

Where can I go

What can I do

When everything old 

Seems brand new

My mind is failing

Can’t get things right

But I’ll not go down easy

Not without a fight

Look it’s me

Still trying

It Pays Brudder

It pays to advertise
Monetize
Rhapsodize

I got your black
No slack
Stay black

I got chops
Pops
Little bitta hops

So bold
Never old
Don't be so cold

Reading a book by Burroughs
My brow furrows
Savin my Euros

All about it, slick
Stick to stick
I don't, you don't, we don't panic

Keep it real
You feel
One last meal

Before
Out the door
I score

That's it
Lickety split
Got the spir-it!

Not Title, No Meaning A Never Posted Permanent Draft

The bitterest root of my sighs
Will not be blemished by your ugly perfection
The never can of your tiresome tirades
Has flaxseed oil for brains
And I'm not listening to any phony English accents
So there

Easy Now Big Fella

Oh to have such vanity
That one proclaims his sanity
Those who think themselves sane
Have failed to heed their brain
Seeming sensible and smart
Shows a lack of heart
Better to muddle and stagger
Then to believe your own swagger

Atheist

God was chasing me
I looked back and yelled: you'll never take alive
We had a good laugh
Over that one
The great invisible man in the sky
White flowing beard and nasty temper
Has been silent most of my days
Riffing quizzically I wonder
If there he is or there he isn't
At all
Had my doubts
Have my doubts
Our shared laughter notwithstanding
Grandstanding

It Would Be Nice

It would be nice to think I could do something right for a change
That I could a part of my life
That I needn't rearrange

I skip about so freely
Seldom stopping to think
My mind whirls like a bicycle doing a wheelie

It would be nice if some thought could be shown
Perhaps at long last the right decision made
Not another situation blown

I could really stand to feel good about it all
Would be wonderful to sense some order and direction
Not like I was taking another fall

It would be nice to think that I could count on me
That reliability and steadfastness in myself
Was something others could someday see

Moments

Dripping seconds gone forever

Time going nowhere

Empty

Thoughts

Dying 

Fading embers

The purity of those moments

When the life force

Is surging and I

Am actually doing something

There be the light

A question

How important to ask

To be able to seek

Exploration

Essence of the soul

Distilled into moments

Never lost

Always 

A gain

Of radiance