Stepford Strangers

Belly to the bar

this is the place i could go

dancing in destiny’s afterglow

in a forest of folk and lore

cardboard sayings for a cure

no race to be won in the land of papered, big, book, restraint

in this dance life strolls with a limp

sobering how i get around…when drink is down

iron seats bequeathing intimate strangers

all making calls…24 hours a day…to other confidential visitors

each of us with our own bumper sticker philosophy

Until the Pill

Pills, pills,pills, such a conflict of human interest.

Fragile with.

Fragile without.

Such a toxic crutch.

A hazardous muse with a bitter tongue and addicting touch.

Such as piles of gathered leaves.

The drug keeps giving and giving…

Until the harvester falters to the need.

Cleaning Hell

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I’ve scaled the deep and tall well.

Witnessed while friends clean hell

No windows looking out

Only windows looking in

Still the question…who will be the first to judge my sin?

“Death is impatient and thoughtless. It barges into your room when you are right in the middle of something, and it doesn't bother to wipe its boots.” ― Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume
“Death is impatient and thoughtless. It barges into your room when you are right in the middle of something, and it doesn’t bother to wipe its boots.”
― Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume

Fools and Folding Money

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“…who once thought, as we did, that humility was another name for weakness.  They helped us to get down to our right size.  By their example, they showed us that humility and intellect could be compatible, provided we placed humility first.  When we began to do that, we received the gift of faith, a faith which works.  This faith is for you, too.”

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Where humility formerly stood for a forced feeding on humble pie, it now begins to mean the nourishing ingredient that can give us serenity.”

 

Fools and Folding Money

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What is it that possession has…

What ownership can I go without…

Indeed my wants have always a need’s soul…

peppered in doubt.

There is no certainty for a tomorrow.

Just today, if we have made it thus far.

Humility will not arrive in a borrowed car.

While we look at ourselves and see…

we cannot defeat age.

A shallow poet’s rage.

It is a daily reprieve,

swapping want for need.

An inventory built on simplicity.

Today, a promise of more grit…less glory.

 

 

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“There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.”      -Ernest Hemingway

Old and Sober

There are far worse things to be then…old and foolish in sobriety!

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Old and Sober

I’ve cleaned hell for you.

Misery I gave a makeover.

Affliction I made a lover.

Hades became my mother.

Deep in the swell I cannot forget hell’s bell.

The others do not look like me.

But they have seen the chains that have not let me be.

Everyday I think myself free.

I must remember my master holds the key.

Behind all the anonymous trees.

Knotted limbs pointing.

Knuckled ancient index fingers directing me back.

Faithful flasks distorting the facts.

Dear devil in the facts,

no one chooses a room without a view.

Sinful saints are not born of your brew.

This is nothing but a masterful path…

persons praying in their own liquidated aftermath.

Sobering fact…this daily reprieve the further the distance,

the more the need.

The more…

old and sober.

The more…

…sober.