boneset

Boneset
8-5-13

Of fastidious feral feline friends
I confront my shadow once again
To confront my dead ends juxtaposed
In that such appear as parallel
In new ways to go west of my boneset roots that reach deep
Putting such words to their test
By my threescore and seventeen
With no need to know what this can mean
Of fastidious feral feline friends
Of which I set free to see
If they will come back to me....




Quest
8-5-13

Quotidian quests are as bullet proof vests
Where the poet doth pass these tests
In cyclical obstacles that you refine
Almost being three years without my sweet wine
Where my only quota is my quotidian questions to quibble
And juggle my avacados
To devour just the way that they come
To have myself another prolific day
Of such a pen no longer idle
In such diligence of quotidian quests....




Tonic
8-5-13

Of my gentian tonic
I am an addict and a chronic
When it comes to the excess
Where I would rather simply confess than to repent
Seeing it time again to pay my rent
Going tomorrow to where I am sent
Going west again where much money is spent
Of my gentian clusters of such grace
I get much more than what I deserve in the first place...





Wasted
8-5-13

Superfluous bananas are discarded
In the lack of a morning meal
Wherein by such karma
I spin another Monday wheel
Of superfluous portions
More than enough
Where the road ahead is smooth
In that such is rough
Of superfluous serenity
Of which I choose to be content with
No longer chasing the state of my ecstatic pursuits
In that I am satisfied with the simplicity of well being
Just the way that is comes with my Phil on drums....





Unavailing
8-5-13

Enfeebled and wasted
Is my past tense sweet Zinfidel l tried and tasted
By my three year achievement of sobriety
Not the easiest way to walk in new ways of ambling and staggering
Back to the work at hand
In that which I prophesy in part
Enfeebled and wasted
Where deliberated in that I am loved and therefore hated
Where every drop matters of the seed the restless consumer yet scatters
Enfeebled and wasted to serve as the trial yet at hand...