dreamer

some days you feel all the years ahead,
and it lifts your heart out of the mire,
setting you to the tall proud walking
of a hero, a statesman, a champion.

other days you feel the pull
of years passed by
when you were the hero,
you won the fight.

these days lift you in a different way,
instead of inspired, aspiring, striving,
you stand tall just knowing that you might never have to do it again.

work.

drifting in los angeles.
thinking about
what
happens
next.

probably should be thinking
about
what
happens
now.






i'll get around to it.
later on.

coffee in san diego.

eras drop like days drop like flies.

it doesn't matter if you hold on like a death grip, they still go, and if you're not careful, you might not even see it happen.

i have been embroiled in a project, trying to fall in love with even the most adverse of circumstances. sometimes it works.

even still, sometimes lately, i fall out of love, and i end up sleepwalking, floating, drifting all day, eyes closed, heart closed, aimless wandering...you'll definitely bust your shins more that way, but it seems that this might be less painful than life when you forget to be in love.

i have to remember:
wake up, fall in love, today is the perfect day.

keep on the project.
stay on task.
nose to the grindstone.

don't stumble though another minute with your eyes closed.

if not for yourself, do it for your shins.
if not for your shins, at least spare the coffee table the horror of another smashcrash spill...

wake up!

fall in love.

today is the perfect day.

observations on car sleeping

almost the last time to sleep in the car.
I don't even need a quiet spot anymore.
I can rest quite easily never stretching my legs, even for a few hours.
I wrap my head in a towel to block out the light and the noise,
cram the seat belt buckle into my back, and pow!
out
like
a
light.

traffic light mebbe.

I rest so well,
it can only mean that I have mastered the deal,
or that I am really, really tired.

makes a couch seem fit for a king.

when a big truck rolls by at top speed,
it is almost like a vibrating bed.

I always liked cars.

it seems they like me too.

hey Colorado.

I wish you could feel me
feel what I feel
when I write
play
see the long day sunshine finally stretching
into the longer shadows of autumn afternoon.
when the air tickles the tips of trees
just so,
dropping a thousand languid days in my lap.
I wish you could know and understand
just one second of what it has been like
standing over here.
but I know where you are standing
and the shadows and sun are a different beast
from the other side of the works.

if I could
I would give anything to show
what it has meant
the miracles that seem to be.

I'd give the rest of my years
every day
just so I could give you one second
for real
you could see
what it is like
and has been
standing
over
here.

thin air

struggling
sweating
straining
to get up the face
to the top
years fighting the gravity
pushing to the peak
when atop
enjoy the view
years in coming
stay a while
sunsets and sunrises
you've missed so many
they were made for you
before you head down stay a while
once you set out to go down,
gravity will take hold
set you to spinning
hard to stop
and go back

at the bottom is the end of your journey.

some folks are so busy struggling
they pass right by the peak.

some folks give up half way and sit on the hillside with a bottle to keep them company.

but look at you.
you've made the grade.
so stay.
enjoy.

don't worry, you've earned it.