Crowbar and hammer
Teardown outdoor laundry room
Termites my helpers
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336
I’m
climbing a
ladder
hauling
hefty
buckets of tar sealant to the rooftop.
Then I begin
scooping,
spreading,
patching,
thinking,
that
nothing says shack ownership,like fixing a roof leak.
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330
Single
Mother
Boy has no father.
She purchases very little fresh fruits and vegetables.
Mostly buys frozen and cans of food to save dollars.
Shares small apartment with another mother
Patch old car
Today
Repair
Radiator
Next Quarter
Starter
Always struggling to make sure bills are paid.
No free time and does not date.
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319
Driving
Old
Truck
Collecting
Metal Trash
Selling for a small amount of cash
Many
Do not look my way
Maybe
Afraid
Thinking
They could also end up picking through garbage one day.
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318
Midnight
Sitting
on a Mexican blanket
drinking cocoa and coffee
watching
the waves
crash against the rocks.
Thinking about how
plummeting
into the depths of failure,
surviving,
regrouping,
and charging back,
is more beneficial
than
always
winning.
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315
My
Old
Friend
The
Rusty
Noisy
Window shaker
Air conditioner
Keeps me cool all night
309
Watching
his car burn
on the side of the freeway,
he decided
it was time to take a long holiday.
308
Strong wind
Light rain
Coconuts fall on metal tool shed with a bang
Hanging gong continues to clang
Wind chimes dance and shriek
Waterbed starting to leak
Impossible to sleep
301
The old gambler
Lived in a small pool cabana
At a rundown motel
On Miami Beach
One evening
We drank several beers
Eat his homemade potato salad and kielbasa on the grill
When it was time for me to leave
Never again would we meet
The old gambler said:
“Save some of your coins so you do not end up broke like me”
299
Squirrel
Collects nuts and seeds with gusto
Grows diversified portfolio
Finds a wife
Simple
Happy
Life
They Jump from tree to tree
Love
Sprinkled
On the leaves that drift in the fragrant breeze
298
I live in the backroom
Rent is cheap
Easy to sleep
Morning trips to the big-box store
Purchase
Extra-large frozen pizza
Two liter plastic bottle of soda pop
No longer bang the drum
Spirit gone
293
Five days heavy rain
No beach, but roof does not leak
Glad shack on high ground
279
Many balls in air
Busy
Not going anywhere
Purchased
New sneakers
I go round and round the track.
Faster
Faster
Faster
Wind is blowing on my back.
What is it all for?
I cannot think straight.
Change needed
Before too late
274
I was hurt
To gain advantage
You came running to give me a bandage.
I turned around
You sneaked inside without making a sound.
Filling your pockets
With valuables found
Our eyes met and at that time
I was unaware of the crime.
272
Simple devices
Erode
Democracy
TV listening to me
Complete infiltration has succeeded
Gadgets
Handle surveillance chores
No need to kick down front door
Privacy
Does not exist anymore
262
Sitting
At the 5 star hotel bar
You begin dealing me cards
I would not feed your offers to my hogs
Nothing left to discuss
Your limo is waiting outside
I will go home on the bus
256
Sun and rain sneak inside
Shack sinking into sand
Aging just like me
254
When will phone ring?
Feeding goldfish to keep busy
Rain falls no one calls
253
My car broke down today
Received
A high interest
Payday loan
No catching the bus
The mechanic
Will get paid
I work
For a dollar more
Than minimum wage
Scared
Lose sleep
About becoming homeless
Only a couple lost paychecks away
Eat no name can or box dinners everyday
I’m told
To put money aside
For my old age
Not in prison
But
Trapped
In a cage
251
Strong wind heavy rain
Ocean waves erode past
Pain gone now have clear path
249
Leaky shower
Drip drip drip please fix me
Old home always needs some love
247
Closing front gate
Daylight gone tools in the shed
Spiritually well-fed
246
Pile of logs rots away
Mushrooms grow among decay
New vines replace old
Resentment feeds on the mold
240
Shattered eye glasses
Nothing makes sense anymore
Ice thawing
Below my feet
Trying to keep alive heartbeat
You offer me a weathered map
We both know
It is a trap
Speak louder
I’m having trouble hearing
You say I should follow society’s rules
What for?
All I find is locked doors
239
Step inside my boots
They are wet cold will feel loose
Now beg for some coins
237
Chiseled out abscessed tooth
Tossed into rusty can
Lifetime of lost dreams
231
Faceless nameless ghosts
Frantically stock shelves all night
Kowtow to machine
230
The father
Told his young son
“Here is a box of fresh picked grapefruit
Haul the fruit in your wagon
Go door to door
Keep going until all sold”
The boy
Did as he was told
Spending a few hours
Going house to house
Until all the grapefruit were gone
The father
Did not tell his son
That he priced the citrus so cheap
Many people would buy the fruit
Lessons learned:
-
- Self-confidence-believe in ability
- Do not quit until job done
228
Standing top of hill
Screaming that you have control
No one can hear you
227
Of course I’m employed
Work one full time two part time
Middle Class has died
209
Late night
Walking cobbled streets of Prague
Had one too many pilsners
Met a street performer
On the corner
Done for the night playing his violin
After an hour of shooting the breeze
I asked my new friend
Why is it that you are so at ease?
He replied:
“I play for spare change
I’m the only one who needs to be pleased
Some people call me lazy and completely crazy
But
Too much ambition would no longer be fun being a musician
I accept who I am
No need to try to be on top of the highest mountain”
200
Unforgiving heat
Camel marching on the sand
Desert tests the man
199
Fruity pipe smoke engulfed the room
Surrounded by shelves containing damp dusty LPs
The cynic
Whispered into my ear
“Old people change their mind like the wind”
187
20’s, 30’s, 40’s, 50’s
Plenty of Risk
60’s, 70’s, 80’s
And beyond
If one lives that long
Risk-averse
186
Left behind
Never before took to crime
Unemployed
The young man
Walked down the steps of the favela
Pulled out a sharp blade
Decision made
First time hardest
Life forever tarnished
Society pays price
Living in fear is the sacrifice
184
Why?
Chasing
Chasing
Craving recognition
Brings only disappointment
Look through the prism
Physical world is an illusion
Rip out the ego
Toss on the bonfire
Watch it disappear into the night
Breakaway
Harness intuition
The only true light
183
Time
Nothing left but time
Deep in the underwater cave
No escape
Alone
Accepting fate
Soon
No more time
182
Leaning
Against the tile wall
Taking a long hot shower
Scrubbing
Away the dirt
With a new bar of soap
Did not
Remove humiliation
But
Provided
Her
A bit of hope
181
Sitting on beach towel
Drinking fresh squeezed lemonade
Watching tide come go
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