good ole solstice

more simple sweat day
small cucumber fruits come green
sun burnin too hard

van gogh almond blossoms

crumbling stems climbin
up the wall off the page live
into museum.

summer ending

one more sake day
sun burnin humid through clouds
pick crisp garden greens

summerdown

two prilosec day
hole burnin in the food tube
scary thought comes real

another newport scheme

august 04 newport
steve lucinda csn
one of those magical days
the f reaches the stage
and all is well with the nation
despite all outward affectations.

now
where is the time of the clime
to blast rhyme
into the line
daytime
grabbin cheap jars outta the bars
winding up with grinding heart and mind
throwin the stars outta the cars
going home with the sign of the time
the mind.

autumnal turnover comin

blind endless nitelite
tearin my heart right
yankin my bones left
searin to succeed
in night the fright
in life a wife
in time a clime

of sound and song
of rhyme and wrong
telling the long ancient graph of mankind
to go blind

watch the line fly towards sky
tell the time wonder why
end the line with a sign
and say goodbye

night before some full moon

the moon is what it wants to be
filling up and falling out
enchanting the mind
and stalling the time

tomorrow, a flower moon
and a penchant tune
later time
a darkening swoon.

one aiming towards
making the song
one sliding back
saving the long stormed grasp of history.