laundry

Laundry

5-17-12


On this dirty laundry day
I come clean to take action
For my procrastination
Spinning the wheel of better karma
As the garbage truck rolls in
With the sound of our making progress
In the life today
Even in the insignificant accomplishments
Determined to fill in these empty spaces
Of the time at hand
On this dirty laundry day
I make due with the loose change
That in my pocket remains....








Seventy-five Percent
5-17-12


Three bags washed and dried out
Of four is not so bad
When I get something done for a change
Taking consideration of time consumed
Where the mystery of the invisible
Is yet to be uncovered and exhumed
As this good land
Is given to the man
That still seeks to understand
Doing his work with his own hand
Three bags out of four
Is quite acceptable
In limits I set upon today's quota...










Preference
5-17-12


Yet to contend with my Amorite persona
And my Arabian nocturnal nature
Of loving the dark
And preferring today's baseball games
Like a graven image
Not in a physical sense
Carved out of stone and wood
Where we define not a matter
In terms of bad or good
Yet to wrestle with this determination
And cease to make haste
To get to where I'm going
Sitting Buddha style
In the place where I write
Plowing on through my sweet corn
Into the night....










Secret Weapon
5-27-12


I do the thing
That I say that I cannot do
Just to say that indeed I can
Testing out these new ears
With another aspect in being a new man
I look back to writing this
And I resent the direction
I once waked on the road
To nostalgic memories
Of a nightmare that comes true
Just so that I might get through
To the me in what is you
Making it possible to channel the energy
To do something constructive
With such darkness
Used for the good of the light...










I'm Not In It To Win
6-2-12


Voice inside tells me
This is a fight I cannot win
But I'm not in the game to dominate
Nor interfere
But to serve and to intercede
In any way that I am able
In the power of this gift
Of the poetry
In that I reach out
To a true friend
To exercise the love at hand
Left with a voice of higher consolation
Telling me that indeed I am
In that God's love is real....










Triumph
6-2-12


In my thousand nights of wine and excess
I would thrive on madness and sorrow
Seeming to be glad that I went there
To a place up north
Beautiful and sweet
Like the love of my God
That is with me today and always
Turning over to the notes I took on the book of Nahum
Such a minor prophet
That which I seek the gist
Of the meaning available
Of words that go down like honey on bread
For another thousand nights
Where triumph is tasted
In the new wine
In the form of where
This sorrow meets all joy...