Poems from Bearofstone
In starving sunlight
Too thin for the sky
This season claws with bare trees
scraping against heaven
I too remember plenty
Counted once...
Just...
waiting for the clock to say the shift is over
to get the hell out of here
to move to the city
waiting in traffic
waiting in line...
I’m riding hard
your disco waves
your beat was made
to move me
your body pulse
I dig that vibe
we slide right down
to groovy
Now...
I am a creature of the desert
I can be no other, it is my home, I am its son
Though the mountains call, and I go to them, I do not stay
But...
Reflecting upon my other self-
Possible me, potential me,
Smug smiling bastard what-if me
I cannot mourn a better self
Who can say...