anyone who had a heart wouldnt turn around and break it

lou reed is playing sweet jane. i am getting ready to trip. if something seems wrong about this picture then you have a demented mind. a very demented mind. by the end of the song i am a pacifist socialist house painter from detroit.

confusion
in the public square…
spring breezes

tribute band

i was a banker after i went insane. what was i not thinking. i should have formed a rock and roll symphony and played mozart the way the great man really intended.

in the slipstream
of david bowie
an old man writes poems

saved by rock and roll

album oriented rock they called it. i drove an ice cream truck in a detroit suburb. i was high on more than life. i had become a horticultural devotee. i wore the sweet smell of success. as the vietnam war was winding down. nothing but the glitter of ice crystals on red white and blue bombpops. another friend slips from view.

saluting
the goodyear blimp
the slow tug of loss

punctuated birds on the powerline

on the side of the road staring at the clouds. everything comes together perfectly.

harmony
takes a form
morning mist

gunslingers

haiku poets are the hired killers of poetry. strolling down main street. encountering life. we take aim are your emotions and leave the ‘thinking’ to anyone else. then up on our high horse and out of town. jus like that.

ruts in the road
i follow a metaphor
home

closed eyes

sometimes you just need to sit very still and close your eyes. the parade ends and your smallest thoughts float through your mouth and leave. silently.

afraid to let anyone know
cementing myself
to a breeze

a soliloquy to the wind

breeze. we breathe it and use it to blow out candles.

making me wise
in the still air
butterfly wings

a flock of wah wahs

lifes been good. and now after a hard and long winter i see my first butterfly. the geese are overhead and the turkey vultures are circling. squirrels are scattering under the deck to stay out of the coopers hawks sight lines. spring just cant slow down and neither can i. life cycles are a bitch in northern michigan. but  spring is all around me.

lookout
an owl surveys
the entire forest

singer in a rock and roll band

i should have learned to play the guitar. maybe sing a little or a lot. and learn music too. yeah that would help with all the other stuff. but if i had done all that then i most likely would be long dead. kurt cobain sang leadbelly and he died way too young. yeah best that i was a banker doing leases for a living. i guess it all worked out the way it had to. 

childhood
mirrored closet doors and
the shine from my air guitar