422

wondering how and when

and then again, maybe

not worrying all that

much about it.



smoking too many cigarettes

as the season changes again.



thinking of too many reasons

when i should really remember.



packaged poetic lines,

letting pent up emotions

display (drop/drip) on

the page/screen i see/

believe.



talk of war around the land

and the phone rings non-stop

interrupting the flow of thoughts

with reality looming just outside

the window, peeking in maybe mysteriously

wondering.



not a social puppy

love



words add up, resemble reality at the

door outside now - as autumn falls

the car stalls and a man jumps

out of the truck, snaps 20

or so pics of me in my

car, jumps back in

and zooms off as

the light turns

green it seems

so unlikely

in this

small

town

atmosphere

and yet its

within the scope,

within the sphere,

within the realm

of reality.



poetic license to

mix it up and

occasionally

make it rhyme

or seem as if

it was meant

to be just that

way and you wonder

if the words you use

now can ever be reused

to the same extent.



poetry live with

no pretense or

forethought.



occasional laughter