Hollow Earth Theory

I am 

my terra 

a planet 

among billions 

in a universe 

of possible trillions 

I expand 

my equator 

ingesting 

delicious junk 

ignoring 

healthy fuel 

I cease 

to orbit 

I slow 

my spin 

I am 

running 

out of seasons 

I dig 

deep into 

what should be 

the fire of me 

I am 

not even 

the air of dreams 

January 27, 2019

EVENING PEACE

Slipping out of the day 

the silk of laughter 

the corduroy of quarrels 

the poly-cotton of work and play 

and letting them drop to the floor 

Stepping under the water fall 

with soaps and exfoliants 

sloughing off our colorful masks 

the fumes of other’s habits 

the dirt of our mistakes 

and stepping out fresh 

A little cream to tone 

a little scent to lift 

a little bit of rebirth 

a little moment of paradise 

January 21, 2019

MONDAY'S YEAR

But it won’t slow down 

one hand chaser 

round and round 

just one more dramedy 

to bleed out my pen 

And I find the point 

to draw the line 

moves back and over 

risk the past misery 

or risk that it won’t 

be the same old repeats 

Now every week 

I’ve got a pound of flesh 

due in a pack of words 

that I work off 

while old pre-codes 

reel through eternity 

on my idiot’s lantern 

So it spins 

around and down 

January 14, 2019

THE LONG AND THE SHORT OF IT

I could feel it flowing 

trapped in the current 

of my marrow 

as the plodding tornado 

of meeting words 

spun on and on and on 

This morning 

I checked myself out 

in the reflection of 

a broken-down hearse 

and the best I could do 

was to not buy fear 

for breakfast 

Now it’s got to be 

midnight somewhere 

so someone open the champagne 

and since we all carry our prisons within us 

let’s fill ‘em with bubbly 

and drown 

our darker than interpretation 

intentions 

January 7, 2019