Temperate Lichen

Rising over violent squall
gravel on my windshield
highway near the ocean
rain slows to a drizzle
I sight a sign of hesitation
step into temperate lichen

boardwalk practical
designed to be magical
morphing into staircase
twisting within murmuring creek
without anyone breathe deep
drawing in cedar on the air

waves crashing on remote coast
it’s busy season, visitors near & far
in search of immersion why not go all in
here I am dead between the open ocean
& imagining lonely tidal youthful looks
end of the road on massive wooden dock

tuning forks emit low sound
a shuddering luxury
an excellent vantage point
driftwood thunder washed ashore
with the enthusiasm of black seas rocks
in reflection of graveyard lighthouse

see it firsthand at crack of dawn
seethe & foam mesmerizing moments
sneaky operator clanging buoy in background
aquarium throws parity nudging starfish
spurning relative calm of violent oxygen
clouds hang billowing posing for a landscape

 

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Clay

Sculpt me
in something
other than

your preconceived
clay perceptions
watered down

damaged cover
ripped off to be
sold marked down

fuck me
in something other
than resentment

god damn you
for changing your mind
when you broadcast your resolve

sandwiched between
morally acceptable
& socially irreversible

one will find the truth
in excess or
at least in an excuse

find your muse
in a bottle
or in a fuse

mind your q’s
silence your sighs
just don’t do what you please

Bereft 

Looking for
meaning
I am feeling
bereft
of purpose
Devoid
Of feeling
I am meaning
To do something
Important
I am lapsing in
My judgement
Feeling
I am lacking
As a husband
A father
As a self, myself
I am battling in my health
A child’s laugh
Makes me smile
But now my tears
Are all grown up
I’m all grown up
But now my tears
are welling up

I’ve been gone too long
now it’s time to come back home