Day 13- An Artist

Twitches

In and out

No consciousness clout

Humbled is the word, but barely awake

Discipline not pulled

Art ignored

This journal is full of my brain-snorings

Have mercy, for I am but a holy fool

Not an artist.

12/6/13

Day 12-- Subterranea

Indirect beings wobble-wobble

In slow connect, cold underground

Here in these parts, subterranea isn’t usually the Metro

It’s the parking structure

As we inch through lack of walkways

No smooth passage given

This is more of a holding cell

Grate lines make me slam my hand on reality

Meted-out spaces for us

I was trapped, but not forever.

12/5/13

Day 11- Socio

Your sociopathy knows no bounds

You are Master of this universe

You have the Plan

There is always an objective

A lie

About your condition

About Your level of knowledge

Or you chose, and chose deliberately

I am Your pawn

Do what you want with me.

12/4/13

Day 10—Behemoth

Concrete columns

Like Roman edifice

Hold our freeways up

You aren’t really free

But this is the greatest of achievements here.

These towers stand taller than

Easter Island heads.

12/4/13

Day 9--Seer

Old, toothless beggar I am

This noise so loud

Here, read your fortune for a dime

Says same as theirs always does

You’re going to die

Just don’t know when

Ask the old allfather who sits on Main and Vine

He knows now, extraterrestrial Santa in his sleigh

Somebody up there is watching us all

We know not the ease of time or place but

All this world falls away.

I am blind, but I know this.

12/2/13

Day 8-- Passages

Reach inside for stillness

The magick knows not why

Dull days don’t even see creative nights

The hop, hop, morning Metro stop

Subway sign

Papa L. in line, with his shopping cart

And copious bags

Always saving for the next winter

Only you adore

Cityfolk galore

Trampled down

On cozy goodbye

Even he will sleep tonight

Comforted

In Metrolink entrance.

12/1/13