Wash and Repeat

Fresh earth taste wanes

Another roundhouse kick

Worn leather replaces it

Somewhere fate smiles down

Pushing buttons for responses

Pushing others patience for fun

The lesson never changes much

The results fall away in gutters

Horizons darkening future dreams

Somewhere dawn teases hope

Getting back up to start again


Upon Emerald Dreams

Strangers eyes beckon

Eviscerating crowds to a pair

Like hearing words the first time

Remarkably ordinary but yet

Time stopped as I am emerged

Foreign feelings without reality tug

Utter strangers lost in random passing

Wondering if the feelings are shared

Wondering if feelings are orphans

The clock ticks forward

The magic fades two strangers again

Two questions remain like shadows

Light cruelly abandons them both

Darkness Inside

Black parchment eats words

Indigo ink fades to hints

Quill scripts invisible manifest

My fingers scream minds pretzels

Every answer begets empty questions

Tree of knowledge sways oblivious

My voice silence by indecisiveness

Letters twist into someone’s words

They cease to translate to me

Darkness my familiar stranger

Lullabies sung in earthly drones

I wonder across the unblank page

Another Day Lost

Quietly I sit

Trees flutter green leaves

Air crawls slowly by

Thoughts stir in voids

Little else matters

Motivation gone flat stale

Memory picks places

Lost upon parchment maps

Images undeveloped fade

Lines connect has beens

Worry goes missing

Perfectly another day lost


Twisting in the wind

Unfurled then wrapped

Sensation of breeze

Coursing through veins

Tethered with illusion

Free to remain

Happy to not know

Sudden snap focuses

Things are delightful

Ignorance is bliss

Riding the wind

Sensation of breeze

Coursing through veins

Rust on the Heart

Knock the rust from my heart

Explorations for a glance for naught

High desert of twisted dreams calls

Their whispers drift aimlessly

Sunlight within smiles behind clouds

Winds stare blankly into wilderness

Still the pulse does not race on

Memories turning into tumbleweeds

Someday has fallen from calender

But here I sit in oblivion

Waiting for the rust to be set free

Twas Night Before Draft Night 2020

Twas the night before draft night

And all through Believeland

Not a rat bird was screeching

About even a stillers fan

The streets were all quiet

To the wrong Corona ban

Still hopes like playoffs danced in the air

The night starts out bumpy

Without a Wirfs or Thomas there

Number 10 becomes 16

And WTF ..Xavier is there?!

(With 3rd & 2021 5th round)

My beer grows empty

My heart starts to fear

Night gets darker waiting to hear

Names from a draft book must be near

Suddenly a Seahawk from screen dissapears (with 41 & 115 & AtL 2021 5th)

Jones the sixth OT off the board falls home

My watering eye pause to take on a sight

No second round pick tomorrow night?

Friday drags as round 2 is no go

We see WR off the board do flee

Suddenly 74 becomes a buckeye LB (Malik Harrison)

The Falcons former pick turns 76 into DE Highsmith for Charlotte?!

My heart is a flutter my beer thrown again

What in hell can 97 bring?

Day 2 is closing and day 3 looks thin

Why are the Cowboys giving me 123 & 179?

And why can’t Stobridge play here?

My hand is trembling, the remote falls clear.

Where’s the justice? I wait again

My OBJ jersey arrives in the mail

Draft day 3, we can not fail

Tyker Johnson to Cinci?

It just can’t be

We’re drafting a Wolverine (Bredeson IOL Trotter can’t play on one toe forecer)!


My beer grows warm as 4 becomes 5

How long til 179 can it be?

My Bud light 30 pack gasps for air

The name Lamar Jackson rings out clear

We drafted the Ratbirds QB?!

Sorry beer goggles, it says CB

The tricks of the mind grow

187 sneaks up to show

The name on the front same as the back

Tyrie Cleveland not the Boise one

My fingers are cut as draft Bible pleas

Stop looking at defense it just isn’t meant to be

Number 244 how long can it be?

But wait I see a prospect numbered 303

A running back from Illinois state?

James Robinson?!

We have Chubb & Hunt!

But there’s Runyan & Heck on the board

AND Prosche, and 75 others I never heard of until March first….

And to all a good night

#16 Xavier McKinney S

#27 Josh Jones OT

#74 Malik Harrison LB

#76 Alex Highsmith DE

#123 Ben Bredeson IOL

#179 Lamar Jackson

#187 Tyrie Cleveland WR

#244 James Robinson RB

Dancing in Air

She dances through air

Like she’s unaware

Beauty and grace causalities

Time bows as she passes

Yet blissfully she knows not

Elegance in awkwardness

Stumble become pirouette

Hypnotic to distraction

Eyes refuse to leave

Her vision in motion

The void

The void calls

It takes your heart

Your thoughts circle

Feelings die, reaction lives

Shadows show you light

Books read by illiterate

Become hymns change d

Verses drift chorus away

Fading to white

We’re claiming purity

Deep inside were know

Void is anything

But clean