richzombie
one day at a time
as silly or as right on it may sound sometimes the reminder to live one day at a time guides me through the day navigates the rough terrain relaxes tense muscles makes tomorrows problem appear smaller enjoy a twinkling eye …
feel
feel bones break cry tears of regret fall down and scrape your knee its all part of life its ok to feel
souls
souls shuffle holes of doubt silently worn on their route eyes reborn reflections hurt pain opened feelings on alert smooth the rough among and above living praised spirits raised with gifts of love
capable
capable but stuck difficulty opening up sad to realize how much i've missed many sighs in my safe hell a recent sign or two slivers of sun peep through surprise open my eyes let's see how far i go
delightful days
summers sticky haze clouds play in my blue sky gilly's whistling stella checks the corn suppers ready pope serves pie seasons pass dreams float by delightful days never die
organic panic
step back jack in the bean stalk bonnie and me trippin on the thc organic panic business model fashion sense politics sick no cents too much spent lil wayne for mayor prayer stay or go clues no rules pay to …
train
been on a train travelling out of my mind behind the wheel can't see ahead crashes behind looking for a brake or a sign been on this train travelling out of my mind too long its time
Wednesday is Poets Day/Hemingway's Eyes
It's Wednesday take some time to read another poet... http://www.sandiegoreader.com/news/2012/jun/27/poetry-slower-music-jerome-rothenberg/ this fellow is avant gard and smokin' haught...want a tickle??? check him out Hemingway's Eyes http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2012/jun/27/26970/ this slow soul dance beleaguered but patient in the dark's cunning humming neglected by …
Poem: "A Perfect Day"
A $10 roll of quarters, cheap tall cans, and my love. Complex Laundry by the Complex Pool. Lines on my back from plastic lawn chairs, freckles on my shoulders-smell of sunscreen. A pink string bikini with little red strawberries. Your …
Still Life
My forty-third year so far has been my most humbling. Hence the blog title. My horns haven't yet been reduced to nubbins by life's sandpaper experiences, but they have receded a little, in the chilling realities that present themselves along …