The worst night’s sleep in recent memory… headaches, (which are rare for me) body chills and shakes along with just a general sense of being off.

I have little doubt that there’s a connection to this and the covid vaccination I received yesterday.

A small sacrifice for the greater good? No use crying over spilt milk.

At work there is this reason.

To rise, get out of bed.

Is warm and is the season.

To keep the Monsters fed.

No arrests, no grounds for treason.

Tis where the path has led.

If we only try to please one.

Then it’s you that’s in my head.

Mid week in the boroughs…

The pain is all around.

The kids are back home from school.

Online teaching on rebound.

My kid she smiles and dances.

She loves it here with me.

Not everything is gloom and doom.

On hold, we wait and see.

Time is speeding up and I am slowing down and this reality is not a question of perception…

I used to be punished for not telling the truth and now live in a world where truth is avoided like the plaque.

The uncomfortable fears that I used to avoid I now stop for a look-see. At least until I am sure it will kill me… then I go.

Zen State

No Choice

Feet don’t fail.

No wasted voice.

It’s now or never.

We’re moving on.

If dare we slip.

All hope is gone.

There is sunshine in the morning.

The radio says no rain.

There’s a quiet in the universe.

That’s too peaceful to explain.

Maybe… cause of this here distance.

Of time and space and you.

And your memory it is farther now.

Than the chaos that we grew.

They say that Christ has risen.

I hope he’s doing fine.

I saw a smile in the glass today.

Not always a good sign.

I know what I want, however I am burdened by the knowledge that when I get that I will be bored.

New Paint on Canvas 48″×36″

It is Saturday past Good Friday.

Sleeping in is where it’s at.

I forgot to close the bedroom door.

My wakeup is the cat.

I could let her out down the road.

To my daughter I could lie.

It’s a Slippery slope once we start.

Over spilled milk we don’t cry.

I’m sleeping in the morning. They hung Jesus on the cross…

Someone sold a chocolate bunny… My mind drifts at dental floss.

Still cold now in the valley, frost hangs high now on the dew.

The morning sun shines higher. Regrets are far and few.

The kid is eating chocolate, Jesus rises in 3 days.

I’ll be back to work on Monday. God willing, the fiddler plays.