bad moon rising
the wolf moon has begun its transition to a ‘blue’ moon. january is always cold but this year it has and will continue to be a howling monster of snow and double digit negative wind chill factors. so just another version of michigan winter for me. i have seen it all in my lifetime. just a layer or two more and some boots that go to your knees at least. i pull out my faux fur hat. the one with the ear flaps and four inches of cushion on top. yeah i make grizzly adams look like george clooney. all activity outdoors drains down to the ridiculous.
in the highway
the past cant move us. it just is a part of us. how big a part. now that is up to us. do you carry it with you or leave it to its own devices. a bit of both it seems. if you pick the scab you keep the wound. the quiet din of the present can heal you only if you care enough about it to forget it when it is over.
down the street
search for the philosophers stone
when gold has lost its allure. i search for the last few healthy years of an already full to overflowing life. have a few more poems left or at least i think i might. the cures have no value to me either now. just to walk out into the snow for one last time. barefoot and alone. letting go is all there is left to do.
if you find this poem just paint the internet with it in my name