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Saturday, August 18, 2012

sighhhhhh

Last night I got a text telling me an old friend had died.
The irony is he wasn't that old.
40.
42 tops.
He had a massive heart attack.
He lived life fully with everyone he surrounded himself with.

I met him when I was at WSU.
We dated one summer.
He was hot in the music scene.
Intense.
On the verge of over the edge.
It was much simpler being his friend.

Through 20 years I would watch him perform on occasion.
See him through mutual friends at parties.
Then Facebook.

We never really lost contact.
We would leave comments or message every few months.
I'd been thinking about him all week--because I hadn't commented
on his crazy posts for some time..thought about messaging,
but the thought ended.

I had an impossible time sleeping last night, but this morning I thought
he is like my new rockgod-- showing me the way through song.

Grins J. to you.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

anxiety

anxiety is not my friend.
friends eat together.
laugh together.
smile together.
anxiety doesn't smile.
eat.
laugh.
anxiety doesn't like to share.
hoarders.
not healers.

give it a day or week.
anxiety will be stepping out the door.

Monday, August 13, 2012

the producer
not the farmer
not the grocer
production
produce
visits this week with
camera in hand
telling a good story.
good.
o
o
d
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"Happiness is only real when shared".....from Into the Wild
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