Churnie churn churn

The great wheel in the sky doth burn

Into himself he turns

Watching others he learns

What he can and cant give

Best way honest to live

Honest with others

Honest with self

It’s ok to be a book on the shelf

With a little self wealth

As long as that’s what you are happy doing

Some other’s need to be suing

Perusing

Using

Losing

Sniffing glue things

Pulling shoe strings

On feet or on people

Whatever you fancy as neat o

will make you complete yo

Might be a street ho

Or a ceo

Up to who?

Up to you?

Hello from a friend

Who’s old job did end

And got replaced with a new one

Old car black but now it’s a blue one

In life confused some

By the actions of others

Running on life’s wheel trying to get our druthers

Chasing doppelgänger mothers

And fathers too

We secrete a familiar glue

People do

that thing

Like birds caught in sing

Our time on the earth a brief fling

Small people saying big things

Living poor you learn not to have wings

Dreams are for those with wealth

The lie some sneak on our shelf

Forgot concept of… self wealth

In a book called tomorrow

He writes only sorrow

A trash bin

For the vast dim

Cast in from the outside

In his heart he knew only today to confide

Which meant tomorrow can wait

Today to choose my gait to life’s fate

Let others wait…

And then die

Like a guy in the field

Hoping for a pop fly

We stop shy

Of being ourselves

Worshipping pop culture consumer elves

Smoke dripped from the soffit in angry little bursts of energy. Dissipating like so many tiny magicians turning on their heels and disappearing in a poof and a cape twirl. Slow quiet screams sang from the wood as the heat seeped its way up and out and over and under. Sharp cracks and clicks joined in as the fire licked deliciously on its meal. Long into the ashes and embers now. A fast heartbeat murmured in the red white dance as the heat carried away little messages seen on the coals. A brisk wind came to drag the ashes and look for what was lost. Not yet found, impatiently stirred to rifle. New ashes snowed dow to settle. Off white now blackened with soot and smoke. Curls finalized and the screams ran away. Quiet now. Like the heavy blanket of a new snow. Disintegration for the sake of it. Transformed and carried to another place at another time.

Where are you coming from?

And what was it you were running from?

I’m not sure but I think it’s Seattle

Stuck in the gates with all the cattle

I know it rains there most of the time

Sunshine seems hard to find

And none of them care to hear a guy speaking in rhyme all the time

Is this place real or just in your mind?

Does it matter if you can’t tell the gps on your own private hell?

No it doesn’t

Where you thought it was it wasn’t

Out there or him or it

Not it

Attitude crucible produced the spell

Bruised to kill stuck at windowsill

Dreams instill windmills

Blowing you off your ass and your task

Through the glass and out of the house

Lion to mouse big guy in a little space

Routine made it easier to keep pace and fake grace

Baked cakes with words

Most smelled delicious one or two turds

In our hearts flit so many birds

Walking through a door in his mind

The goal to see what he could find

The house was his, but he didn’t build it

Flowers in the yard gray and wilted

Home made blanket grandma quilted

It was a large place with bars on certain windows

Couldn’t see in their but he had a hint though

Of what would need to be kept out, and in

On this idea his conscious slept in

Curiosity crept in

For the most part the place had a nice face

As he got closer his heart started to race

What would I find inside my own place?

Here we go let me test the handle

Tried moving his arm up

Then he felt again the alarm up

Resistance instance

Some thoughts oversized could paralyze

Frozen as he thought hands wrought

Self taught cosmonaut

Be brave or remain a slave

Ok that makes sense lets commence!

No going back from hence

With himself he liked to fence

Upon breaking free of his fear

Door opened easy inside now clear

Smelled familiar like elementary school hallways

Waxed floors and old calm days

In the vestibule he felt less the fool

On the pillow where he rested drool

Mothers love he did his best at school

Maybe just an adult baby

But love to those who raised me

And braised me

As it made sense to do

Fear has a way of tensing you…up

Still so grateful now for the love in my cup

Broken pottery its own lottery luck

Once the pieces get glued back together

Wasted thoughts always and never

Today was special because it was his last

He’d lived his life fully and fast

Experiences vast

There was a mold but he broke the cast

Some live their life below deck but he’s on the mast

Swinging around with reckless abound

Looking up and looking out

Creativity rich not a doubt of a drought

Didn’t notice the little people fighting over clout

Don’t care what that’s all about

The petty grudge holders with their thought heavy boulders

Shoulders drooping worthless words mouth pooping

Someone wise who’s since met his demise

Said words were red herrings

How you could scare things

People too went shew shew shew

When your words made them feel blue blue blue

Even if to you they were true true true

Feeling good alright with me

Ceiling stood above quietly

Such great heights in house delights

Agoraphobic terry cloth robe thick

Squishy soft bunny slippers

Loved being inside but missed the strippers

They loved those big tippers

Hair shaggy could use some clippers

Today was the 7th of may

And he had nothing left to say

So he just sat quietly

Riot free

Diet free

Big expansive expensive thoughts

Forgot who would forget me naught

Coffee fought me or at least my stomach

School grades said he’s getting dumb quick

Didn’t go to the gym anymore

Polishing the ego such a bore chore

Liked the outdoors

Loved to explore

Crowds abhorred

A mix of kid and adult

Never considered the cost breaks of joining a cult

We lost track of the date with fate when not still inside

And gained back false pride

Someone said to keep it a mile wide

Muscles for smiles in his face tried

Asking instead of telling

Talking instead of yelling

He preferred to steer his own boat

Nothing up his sleeves or in his coat

Asking others about their druthers

Caused imagination smothers

Everyone has self titled best ideas

Their’s might make yours go see ya

Discipline needed to not be defeated

Read it

And read that too

If you don’t keep stirring you’ll harden your glue

And then what’ll you do!?

It will take set

And you’ll be stuck with your upset

Stuck being the same man with the same plan

Shame ran in and out of us all

It took your eye off the ball

And made you look at the floor

Self abhor no more

Or at least less

Time is it’s own progress

Put less on you won’t have to take off so much

Emotions can be hot when they touch

Close to home

Close to bone

Stay cool then

Don’t blame the fool when

You get mad

Distance sufficient watch them act glad

Blame it on dad

And mom if you want to

Pieces of them will always haunt you

They are in your great elixir

Boy or girl there is no fixer

D.N.A. arrow released from the quiver

Don’t dither

Or ponder your wither

Pointless to look for that

Summoning up drat

Instead try to get fat and enjoy cats

Fathom that instead of the battle axe