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Spoor
12-30-13

Tracks, trails and spoors
Are plowed to make streets clean
And open up new doors
Taken by those who wish to make peace in all wars
Chilling with Dylan and tolling for all drunkards and whores
Clearing the path ahead
Tossing aside clementine rinds and apple cores
On this post Christmas fest
Where I need not today to go west
So that in this new material I can yet invest
Wherein my conscience needs not be a pest
Alongside my feline companion
Always faithful....




Facing The Music
12-30-13

Chilling with Dylan
With nothing new to say
Save the words that come to me
But by the Spirit of the life, the truth and the Way
In that I finally got my rest
And I can finally have my coffee to face the music
Chilling with Dylan by the half light of morning hours
To pass by this pastime
Of what Stephen King calls one's devil grass
I never did finish that book
Chilling with Dylan
In a place where music doth suffice....






Pocket
12-30-13

There were coffee stirs and sugar packets
In the inside pockets of my faded jean jackets
And coffee stains upon my poem pages
And beasts within confined cages
And commaraderies of fellow sages
In a community where all were of one mind
Giving me something to remember
Of a nostalgia sweet
And find there were coffee cups used as pen holders
And spiral notebooks and poem folders
There was laughter to lighten the load of two ton boulders
So that I could venture out to get more....