FACING IT

On any ordinary morning He would have gotten up And about his way And braced up for another round Of an unremarkable life —nothing special; granted taken as usual… Starting up the beaten up old Toyota (The one with the blue duct tape fender) And, with a song in his soul, Gray and pendulous; Off...

Punching Bricks

On this black path through a new chapter there stands a wall. It rises from the ashes of the past and spans the width of the dreams it pushes against. My wall is constructed of used liquor bottles, Nights unconscious on the floor; Not heeding the warnings And now paying the price…. Leaving broken hearts...

Loose Feathers

“You mean to tell me you’re back?” She said to him— This Angel of the ward Who saw to it That not only did her patients get the best, But, when the loneliness, and the dark, And bitterness of the curse hit, she was always there one in one —For them—and they got all of...

Damn Dad….

“Damn Dad, where’ve you been??” It was a Friday and he and his oldest son Were doing a watch party on Amazon Of an old TV series As COVID had locked them all inside And it was the only way to see his son And his grandsons And he looked forward to it each week...

The Game’s Afoot

Laying awake in the shadows, Wishing for sleep Like a child wishes for Christmas Yet being denied that treasure As the swelling and pressure Grasped and clawed away At this senses “Well that’s enough of this shit”, He finally said out loud, Wishing someone could hear Except the silence of the dark And the corners...

The Swing

He looked at the clock; it said “12:56” But it also said, “time to get up And get these Atrices a break— They’ve laid too long and need a walk”… And the clock was right. Meanwhile, softly in the background On the old radio he kept at his side, The Moody Blues were telling him...

From the Sill

The sun broke through today; A long missed and welcome Sphere of true hope That had hidden it’s face From me for so very very long… Or maybe it was I who Hid my face from it for the eternity Of my journey in the months past. Clouds that once entwined me in their iron...

Bleary

“How did I get here” He says to himself Bleary, numb, and burning behind the eyes, After three nights of insomnia, Night eating for no real reason, Mood swings that would floor a horse, And being best friends With his toilet from guilt driven nausea (And so very thankful that it is there) To serve...

…and so it goes

“You’ve got cirrhosis, sir..” And life crashed into A wall like an egg on a tile floor ….and just as messy. My emotions shook themselves awake and said: “Hey! Let’s find those covers man! Let’s get you cocooned ok?” It’ll be fun!… Life is all nice and grey and shitty now!’” And so it began,...