16.

Today’s not a 

good day–

I’m lonely

& frustrated

can’t blow out 

candles 

Want to drop

a #hammer

on my head &

start over.

Today’s not a 

good day–

and that’s all

I can say.

Day 15

1/2 way point,

point to your pinnacle 

& power through problems 

like a living legend 

still in love with life.

I tell myself that

while feeling the pressure 

& gravity of foregone conclusions;

don’t capsize 

in situations that still involve 

breathing

Be strong,

allow optimism 

to be a guide through 

stardust & deception 

There still is,

is. Be. Exist,

if only in seconds between 

the appearance of bad

& the hill on the horizon 

showing light.

Take the sunset

or sunrise

And keep 

riding & rolling 

on broken tracks

Go sip fruity 

non alcoholic 

drinks 

from a flask 

sitting on rooftop

enjoying the view—

Even if 

you’re afraid of heights

Go do scary stuff

that ain’t that dangerous 

Today,

is that chance to 

live

Day 14 #loop

 Day 14 (#loop)

We let loose 

on Tuesdays

Put #loops in 

history books 

where double 

O’s are eyes 

& witnesses to 

destruction.

We deconstruct the 

damned & damaged caused 

by colonizing demons 

at the end of the bar

I’ll give you 

Black Jesus, if 

you pour my drink

We can debate on 

debauchery and the damned 

who plotted dubious plans 

for green backs 

planted by pink toes 

hate me as my 

‘fro grows past 180 degrees

circumference–

Try another 

conference in Berlin

as Iran wins 

the war on propaganda 

filling all the 

social media pages 

of the day–

Post it.

We let loose on 

Tuesdays.

Day 13 Letter to Myself

 

Take pause,

& still be consistent.

Consider nature’s 

situations, citizens

& cities

This prose be

growin’ old

where’s the 

magic pill with the 

magic cloak

to help me heal 

& cope,

through the 

conundrums 

that’s cauterized 

the good depths 

of my soul

The Trash Heap 

would be proud 

of this collection 

of deception

you call yourself a poet

that’t the biggest 

fallacy yet.

Day 12

On day 12,

I rested.

Far from God--

Judeo, or Christian

yet creator I claim

with my chest

So I rested.

Ran airport 

errands & 

ran into cousins

Still bad at 

staying connected…

Second job, took

day off…

napped at times 

I would run 

group;

this time didn’t 

run these 

old tired bones 

into ground,

didn’t grind 

the beef with 

debt; still 

collect checks 

to cover dreams

and bills

Day 12

steady & harmonious 

as I heeded 

red octagons, 

age, & the wisdom

of taking a break

Exhaled breaths

like winds through 

fresh spring grass–

Day 11

Force words

in quiet morning 

moment.

Rewinding days,

catching up to 

consistency

as dreams feel 

like the fading 

is on the frontline

& you’re brother to 

Marty McFly.

Giving shorts 

to readers with 

ugly knees–

they want pants.

Because pants are long

and cover the ugly

easy.

Words choppy and sloppy

feeling heavy 

like Teeny

is on your chest.

Slide some oil

to me,

70’s baby

bound to new

millennium 

just ain’t feeling right

The internal struggle

unworthy of viral

Vile is not an 

adjective to be used;

scrub it from thoughts 

as the silence becomes 

deafening.

Will throw these 

forced words on 

the wall of the 

blog

and see if something 

sticks.

30 for 30 Day 10

 Day 10 #sing

Belt it out from the 

bowels of the bastards 

who don’t believe in the 

beauty of the sun

#sing the song 

of the remote worker

Remember to touch grass 

from time to time

screen time on overload 

attempt another action

leave the avalanche alone

and inhale fresh air

rushing off cumulous 

connections 

sun peeking 

gives new perspective

allowing to be

#vss365