Daily Archives: January 12, 2015

How It Goes

Early in the morning,
right before the break of day,
standing at the transom
one eye turned to either way,
soaking in the silence
of the crisp December air,
trying to remember
what he did to get back there.

How does it go?
Once you pay it no attention
it just slips away
and you don’t even know.

Sometimes he’ll remember
there was sour with the sweet,
between months of famine
having just enough to eat,
learning from the hunger
what it really means to need,
finding an abundance
is not ever guaranteed.

How does it go?
When a little taste will get you
what you gonna do
if you can’t get no more?

Early in the morning,
right before the rooster crows,
watching that first sunlight
break the cold horizon’s nose,
soaking in the silence
as the ice begins to melt,
trying to remember
where he was when the hand was dealt.

How does it go?
Once you head in a direction
every other way
becomes a told you so.

12 JAN 2015

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I Can See Ohio

Nothing comes from nothing,
yet something always does;
you can smell the future coming
long before the buzz,

sitting on the front porch
listening to the rain
as the winter fades away
and summer comes again.

I can’t speak for Michigan
but I can see Ohio
rusted into sentimental dreams.
Knowing there is nothing left
but giving it one more try;
oh, nothing’s ever really
what it seems.

Idle hands find mischief,
that’s what they tend to do;
you can’t make a liar honest
thinking that he’s true.

Thinking turns to dreaming
where nothing’s ever done;
ain’t much comes to those who wait
without working some.

I can’t speak for Michigan
but I can see Ohio
lost in faded technicolor dreams.
Knowing there is something left
to say before goodbye;
oh, something more important
than it seems.

Dreams of California
turn to chalk and dust;
what you don’t intend to do
don’t seem to matter much.

Lonely days grow empty,
wishing wells run dry;
everything is living
up until it dies.

I can’t speak for Michigan
but I can see Ohio
growing old and busted at the seams.
Thinking there ain’t anything
but a lost, longing sigh
or anything to sell
but an old dream.

12 JAN 2014

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