BLOGGING / WRITERS WAY / A RHYME ?!

its thirteen years 

since i decided stoned
to write a poem a day 

until i die or dont

& i havent died 

& i mostly do
weekends off

some weekdays too

& typing up the meat weather
& the cracked prism shine

i showed me i was more 

than a sponge for wine

& tho i write enough 

to post something daily
my blog is tired 

& needs a redux badly

& sober now

as a coffin nail

i have evolved i think

from the cocktail wail

& it keeps me honest 

like they say
this discipline

this writers way

& like Bad Clay

i now have books aired

so very many thanks

to the publishers who dared

CARVERY DESSERT VOL5

you-

youre
too good
too honest
too pure

i am jealous


~


im talking to you
leonard anne william
pablo enerst nick
jim & jack & pat
kurt & all the rest

so often
such perfect 

versions of yourselves
that 

my 

heart becomes afraid


~

must take it all on naked

staying still

only stalls 

disappointment

clothes only cover the scars


~


its no real choice
zen is in the babysteps
the rest in others hands