Old Dog

A pound of gold for more time.

The grain of reflection will soon take what I chose to remember.

Below a skittish veneer will I hold your temperament dear?

Will you still hold me within your opaque gaze?

You and I, were not meant to be for all to see.

Ours is a private history.

Yours is a wild heart for comfort during human misery.


Keep Me in Your Heart

Keep Me in Your Heart 

W. Zevon

Shadows are fallin’.
And I’m runnin’ out of breath.
keep me in your heart for a while.
If I leave you it doesn’t mean I love you any less.
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When you get up in the mornin’…
and you see that crazy sun…
keep me in your heart for a while.
There’s a train leavin’ nightly called, “When All is Said and Done.”
 Keep me in your heart for a while.
Sometimes when you’re doin’ simple things around the house…
maybe you’ll think of me and smile.
You know I’m tied to you like the buttons on your blouse
Hold me in your thoughts.
Take me to your dreams.
Touch me as I fall into view.
When the winter comes…
keep the fires lit..
and,  I will be right next to you.
Engine driver’s headed north up to Pleasant Stream…
keep me in your heart for a while
These wheels keep turnin’… but they’re runnin’ out of steam.
Keep me in your heart for a while

Handmade Coward

I am a handmade coward not fighting hard enough.

Not loving enough.

A slow setting sun…fanciful and whimsical.

My wrists…withered branches.

My dignity, a bad dream pretending to set things right.

In the bosom of a heavy load, how do the complacent go on?

Earth tumbles below and heaven cries from above.

I turn back toward home…sadness to be shared with love.

New Hampshire’s Veteran Cemetery

And, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?

I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest.
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty.
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters.

“Damn the wars but bless the soldier.” – Moffitt

The Truth of a Dog

She had lost part of the family.dog day 2

She had lost…a friend.

And, for the first time in a long while, I turned the car radio down.

I had pushed pass a time to begin…again.

My intention?

To pay attention to all the passing souls.

To give notice towards those for whom the bell has toll-ed.

And, as I flipped through the pages of memories.

I felt…

‘what a basic human need to concede…’

Give reverence to a friend’s remorse.

I wept audibly with the hum of my car.

Embracing those I had known.

How palpably they had gone.

But the gifts they gave.

They were never…too far.

Not too soon…Not too much later…

Her loss became my loss.

Than as if planned…

a spotted paw.

My dog’s intrinsic gesture to revoke the heart from breaking.

Not a genuflection of annoyance.

But a touch for understanding.

The mournful to look in his eyes…

Meant grief did not need to be just mine…for the undertaking.

I did not fall in love with him.  He fell in love with me.  He had seen  in me…all the good things I could not see.  The brashness in my style.  The progressing lack of smile.  Yet, during my indifference…he has been there all the while.

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