The Goodness of This Day

Happy days
Sad 70s songs
Throwing a green football
On a landscaped lawn
Can't play as long
Am not a quite as strong
What a blessing
To see the next generation
Get along

For all this reminiscing
About the good old days
So much was lived
In disfunctional haze
Budweiser pop tops
Added to the rage

WWII vets
With Archie Bunker chairs
Vietnam hippies
Growing long hair
Dazed and Confused
Sharing Quaalude stares

Give me some pluralism
And huggers of trees
Outrage about plastic bags
Blown to the ocean by a summer breeze
A shallower theology with more people
Hitting their knees

Give me health food
Filled with sugar
In plastic bowls
Give me women
Too strong
Way too bold

Give me more marriages
Where they have and they hold
Give me Love
Give me laughter
Give me a vision
For the joy of the hereafter
Give me friendship to fill my days
Lord give me wisdom
To see the goodness of this day!

My Flight

I may be the eldest
On this plane
The one with the longest history
In both Sun and Rain

As I look upon silver cubed panelled wings
My heart sings

For the home I left
And to the one I arrive
Abode hearts
To which I strive
To teach and model
Grace and Love
To reflect the kindness
Of the God above

For though I am the eldest
I think my remaining days
Will be many
But if they are not
I have been happy with little
Yet
Gifted with plenty

A turbulent shift
Awakes even the young
To mortality
A chuckle floats
Through my loose front teeth
An old man still has
A boyhood joy

Flying to seeing my grandsons
Ain't that sweet
Can't wait to play
With those plastic toys

A Day At The Office

A DAY AT THE OFFICE

I Loved The Euphoria

'Where Have You Been All My Life'

I said!

Then I boiled off two of my fingers while cooking hot dogs

I thought I should get help

I hope I can finish high school 

I am glad my grandmother didn't kick me out when I was stealing from her!!!

'Next' Shouts nurse from the dosing station

Have you got a bandaid?

Or some goss?

I have blood pouring out this abscess 

The former injection site is bone thick 

And as tight as a three wine corks pushed under lanky muscled
Suntanned skin

Darkened
While walking sidewalks fumed by  

RITPs 22 & 11 bus lines

His grey hair was recently trimmed

He is very polite and several people kindly search for what he needs

No one judges

But all appear relieved the wound was not their own

Can you check this note?

The young, 

Eager 

Flowing skirt, and inexperienced, counselor was not sure what she should include in her first assessment of the suicidal client whose laptop screen was projecting voices to his mind.

Fortunately he was experienced at psychosis and was willing to go to the hospital !

7 intakes tomorrow!

3 staff members coming in early to prepare!!

Just another day at the office.....

My Drive

I drove through the past
To imagine my future
Memories only significant to me
Demonstrate human decisions
Only spin the wheel
To roads paved
At the crossroads
Of fate and faith

The great internal debates
Could have turned here
Could have turned there
Matter little
When you have been blessed
On roads of gravel, sand or tar

My chronic paranoia
About the motives
Of the headlights
That dilate my eyes
Teach me
There are moments
It is ok to drive blind

I want to clear the clogs
In the carburetor of my insight
Breathing crisp air
On future roads
Where even darkness is light

My Invitation

Most of my generation has 
Lived life in peace
For the most part 

We have had

It easy and sweet
Hardly any concern 
For basic needs
But we lost sight of 
Thank you and Please

We are not entitled to 
Have it this good
Others who live 
In our time
Can't find a grain of rice
In the village or 
Neighborhood 

Hungry men fight
Not because 
War is a delight 
But because 
Taken care of your own
Is the ultimate human right

Oppression at home
Makes some wise run
Other stay 
Because there is hope
Until the breathing is done

But far too many 
Have been murdered 
At the hands 
Of an addicted child
Taught genocide 
And the use of a machine gun

I get the argument 
For a wall to keep others out
But I got bread to share
So I am going to shout

Come to my home brother 
In the land of ease
Because not too long ago
My Grandmother 
Was the immigrant 
Fleeing war
Hungry and 
In need

Cloud Faces On The Beach

Cloud Faces on The Beach

Standing water reflecting 
Cloud faces on concrete 
Walkways near the sand

Sunset rusted skies
Wink goodnight to
Skateboarder kicks 
Wornout rubber
Broken soled sides

Weighted opened faced trash cans 
Stand guard 
Over seaweed gathering
Where no cigarette 
Or half drank green mountain dew 
Bottle is allowed

The beach is empty
Except for those 
Who breath in pirate angels 
Travelling the horizon and
Singing life songs
Out loud

To the wise
Who feel the beach
Imaginations crashed waves
Speak and teach 
But only when 
There is no crowd

Your Silhouette

I want to swim within your Silhouette
Know every curve
Without regret
Seen from the inside
The curves you lend
Messages of pleasure
Shared under skin

Waters heated to boil
Floating to destinations
Wanting to be Spoiled
Silhouettes move easy
Each wave crashes
To the sound of
Touch me
Tease me

Stroked
Inspired
From Steam to Fire
Ocean Eruptions
Moan
A Mountain Called Desire

Silhouettes come to rest
Transparent in their request
Let's swim again
Know me more
Your cavern's
Implore
Continue to explore