Writing, Ideas, & Stories
it’s over.
the smiles of the veterans
stories of war
memories of their loved ones
all in a photo
i’ll remember you Mr. Logan,
it was just a place of business
like any other
your stories made it like any other
i am going to miss it,
wish i got the chance to tell you
that will be gone
to point you to a worthy place for your stories
an ear that would care;
i’m sure you’re having a drink with your son right now
reminiscing;
enjoy the day bud,
you’ve earned it
the wanderer has no reflection
a boulder tumbling down a road
left bloody by her wife
wonderous by her mistress
alone by her husband
the wanderer has no reflection
they; walk
to find
something
a no name feeling
a response to a question
on a dotted line
written in invisible ink
revealed by
well
the wanderer doesn’t know
if you know
and you see the wanderer
on the road you avoid most
let her know
she misses her wife
pick ya feet up
not a three legged pup
i watched you sprint up and down the street
screaming from a stop sign you don’t know defeat
now limping around
on the stand is a crown
lyin’ around
now you got your feet up
stay up you are ’bouta blow up
don’t move; this is your close up
hit it with concrete
keep your receipt
you’re on the hot seat;
goodbye-
we fall
we rise
we find each other at the bottom
it’s not where we started but we here
here at a fountain;
throwin’ dimes
wishin’ for a miracle:
feedin’ weedin’ threw the muk at the bottom
can i get a dolla fifty?
fifty begging for air
yet
we got here
out of the weeds
through the open doors
into a day
where we could breathe fresh air
where the mornings are filled with jelly toast and cartoons
where the nights are not filled with open prayers and sealed letters
and this is Troy
chalk it up to good luck
made it without mac
this is what he was afraid of
see what i am made of
i wish you could see what i became
you joined the club last week just walking knees
now it’s me survived on a breeze nowyour heart is at ease-
the man that i am- you would of hated it
you hated everything; but you would of thrown
a killer 27th club party
i was told
i’d have to sacrifice everything-
anything holding onto would be let go
like butterflies in Spring
i’d let them
watch them
leave them
grow on my back like a fallen branch;
a pit stop for the weary
I have people in my life
that I see myself growing old with.
The love of my life, yes.
I’ve had the same few people here,
since day one. I see us,
living in a beach house.
No cloudy forest or
haunted houses
a beach house playing bridge;
I’ve never played but we will learn.
I see you guys their,
and it’s something I take for granted
because you’ve always been
like a shadow following me it’s always been there
like warmth in the summer and cold in the winter
I can see that beach house.
Not the place,
but the memories.
People come and go-
some pay rent and stay a little longer
but as the tides rise the only ship
to test time was this friendship.
