Daily (poem)

Oh, the silliness of our day-to-day affairs,
the wonders in a week and weakening wears,
But what is it that compels our self-dares?
And how is it that we know when to and who cares?

I'm tired. I'm exhausted. I'm weak.
Stimulated for the moment, but outlook's bleak.

Music is still beautiful... I guess.
And I know I'll smile... I guess.
Certainly I'll...Definitely... I don't know.
Chemicals control me? Dim or glow?
Play and show?
Hide or grow?

This sadness, rain in the sun-rays
is gladness, temporary feelings today.

Feeling, such an elusive trickster.
Knowledge, eddy currents and phantasms of truth.
Reality: far more complex than any story-teller scientist preacher can say.
Joy - laughing as humanity continues the play.

Howie's (Poem, Anecdote)

Another Wednesday at two,
A corner is windless at the fence.
Howie's got more than red hots for you:
Chili, onions, cheese, and chops too.

But what's more is warmth in a smile.
A handshake hasn't seen you for a while.

People on Chapel just scuttling by.
The grill broils perfect on this brisk day in March.
The meats are moist thereby never dry.
Take a bite then release a sigh...

Bask in the sun and sip a soda.
Relax and exhale that satisfied "aah".

Close (poem, anecdote)

A close friend / she makes me smile / makes me happy for a while.

Run in front and stay fast / because your convictions held steadfast/ and even though it meant you're swifter / I was glad when you went past.