Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Monroe, LA

The slight sweet scent of pink lemonade honeysuckle
in the shaded courtyard of a Louisiana psychiatric hospital.

I could stay here, rocking slowly, and just the scent
could put things right.

The river is cresting, her name is Ouachita.
Locals here pronounce it "Wash-ee-taw".

She rolls smooth brown and gentle, hides her terrible power
behind fluttering false eyelashes and the sweetness of her smile

There's not enough time to know you,
but I am glad I met you


Wednesday, March 28, 2018

morning

i'm buying fuel oil five gallons at a time
and the silence that flows through this house
and the madness it carries on its waves like plastic
bottles and drinking straws is entirely my own
there's a certain relaxation knowing that, an exhalation
I try dancing, but I'm still pretty tight
what happened to you that locked you up so?

Friday, March 23, 2018

Leaving Ohio

Leaving Ohio in twenty minutes, driving a muscle car that announces its presence, an exercise in the ridiculous. I went to the gym this morning after laughing with the church ladies. I had to hide in a side corridor wondering if a myocardial infarction was taking place. A conversation last night makes me think of the evolution of our narcotic tendencies.

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Youngstown

A delayed flight to Pittsburgh and a long landing in blowing snow. The rental car man gave us a free upgrade, so I drove out of the garage in a Dodge Challenger with a loud exhaust feeling seventeen and silly. On the night highway I felt better letting it run without effort past 8o miles per hour trying to remember that I was driving with my boss. Checked into the hotel after midnight. Youngstown, Ohio.

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

4:18

Of course before Spring could arrive, we needed to get three snowstorms out of the way in a ten day span. Yesterday's dumped about two feet. I shoveled it in four separate shifts and managed not to have a heart attack which is positive. I'm single now and I kicked my roommate out. It's 4:18 AM.

Friday, March 2, 2018

Spring

The wind of a winter storm rises driving the rain, now
Trying to make up it's mind between Winter and Spring
Threatening me with at least six inches of heart attack snow
It could go any way at all, and I am close to the edge
Realizing that the pace of change is about to accelerate and
It's too late to escape the flood