Summer ended Saturday, or was it Sunday, November past?

The snow fell from the heavens. A fine mist with no wind cast.

It couldn’t last forever. Like our youths, it never does…

There will be something in the morning. Something always just because.

I’ve been living by rules for too long…

I don’t think I’ve ever been late to anything, and I’ve been hard on those who   are.

Bitches be late all the time for everything: accept that and life gets better!

If you are fortunate

And lucky in life.

You arrive at a point where…

You are just grateful to witness.

To participate.

To be alive.

To experience life.

I have arrived.

If you are fortunate

And lucky in life.

You arrive at a point where…

You are just grateful to witness.

To participate.

To be alive.

To experience life.

I have arrived.

If you are fortunate

And lucky in life.

You arrive at a point where…

You are just grateful to witness.

To participate.

To be alive.

To experience life.

I have arrived.

We were waiting in the hours.

A few more moments, almost home.

All that noise turned to quiet.

Inward awkward outward poem.

This thing we do for money.

Payment statement time spent here.

There was something in the water.

Actors’ spotlights faced their fear.

We were in the cool sweet air.

Darkness late October night.

Waited too long to be fair.

Dreams and sleep would have a fight.

Control was fading faster.

To the bankers at the trough.

Somehow, we drove right past her:

In the shadows getting off.

Mercifully, it all ended.

To the sounds of sad goodbyes.

Like a stiff martini blended.

To the wonders; how’s and why’s…

Such sadness at the opera.

Tears fall down-long face.

Dining drinks eases the pain.

Entertainment lens and double takes.

Fears like that are no place special.

Just more or less adieu…

There was something about the final act…

Left me cold for something new.

No rest for the wicked.

All those evil things I’ve done.

Got forgiveness and punched my ticket.

Except for you, the damage done!

I woke up in the morning.

A dream about a pain that’s in my throat.

I was leaning towards realizing.

There might be something to worry about.

I asked my wife if she hit me.

She was too groggy to understand

I have heard it all before.

If she did, it wasn’t planned.

There is rain and the leaves are falling.

On a ground that’s black and wet

Halloween is fast upon us.

With no masks or costumes yet…

The sun is just south of the horizon.

It’s a certainty to rise.

Been thinking about the past too much.

In my throat, I caught those lies.