Sunday Dispatch 6.26.22

[instrumental]



desolate fields of vision



blank and effortless 

the voids swallow the victories



leaving only 

the least amount of light



to shine 

thru the cracks 

we have become.   

*

[late in the shadow, long in the tooth]



faith rests in peace



better things placed 

in better places



gone days left 

for the greater goodness 

of letting things be what they are



waste laid bare



smoldering in the smashed rearview



the only difference 

between then and now



is a million miles of ragged road

and a new pair of glasses.   

*

[broken brick road]



lost in the gray 

of maze and meander



never one to keep pace 

with the racing rats



off on tangents 

toward targets missed



just the way some roll

to the drums of chaotic choir



needing the only darkest blues 

to find the brightest days.

*

[love has no place]



unmoored 

from personal belongings 

and petty discrepancy



from waiting, hoping, wondering…



unmapped

unfounded

undisputed



an untouchable tenderness 

that defies definition



boundless, borderless, 

beyond reproach…



the unnamable everything 

that nothing dreams 

of when longing for 

something more.   

*

[melancholy rust]



down on the low



sniffing scrapings 

from the gone machine



talisman tarnished 

beyond the darkest shadow 

of doubt



searching for a shine 

thought never to return



until the heart 

bleeds its brightest 

rose.

***

“If nothing saves us from death,

may love at least save us from life.”

-	Pablo Neruda

The Sunday Dispatch 6.19.22

[first of all]

falling forward 
from here

starting lines  stalled

an easy win 
at no cost

the spark 
of knowing 
ignited

for the duration 
of however long 
it may last.   
*
[off the ground]

letting down

easy come and not

pulling back 
for unknown reasons

some vague disconnect 
becoming apparent

between the nothing of everything
and the everything of nothing

estranged from undisclosed locations

forever seeking a home 
within my wandering heart.
*
[impending irrelevance]

when youth is gone
gray shades the days

circling the drain of years
with jobs and bills and wages 
and war

sometimes love, 
but mostly not

with realization in tow
and found teeth to bite back 
the stance of circumference

we renew a rebellion 
thought long lost within

to plot a course 
of positive destruction
from here on out.   
*
[beneath the cover of clouds]

days like this
drifting beneath the radar

engagements met
garden tended

isolation maintained

there is a fine 
and undemanding glory 
found in solitude

that does for the soul
what absolutely nothing 
else can do.
*
[come to mind]

do nothing

sit alone 
and breathe

rest your eyes 
from the sight 
of all that burns

cradle your heart 
in your trembling hands

and be grateful 
for the presence 
of this one infinite 
moment.
***
“It is not necessary to accept
the choices handed down to you
by life as you know it.”
-	Hunter S. Thompson

The Sunday Dispatch 6.12.22

[simple arithmetic]

only gone 
for as long 
as necessary

false moves 
denied the truth 
cannot be dodged

holding forth 
a weakened hollow
brings the façade to a close

with all 
the subtlety 
of a fist to the jaw.      
*
[turning pages]

long ways
full circles

halved 
for the sake 
of changing pace

hardly ever for the better

solely 
for the bragging ego 
to boast

there is only ever 
one place to start 
and one place to end

and it is always 
here.   
*
[rambling the hollow]

something missed
something shining

somewhere in between 
this court is held

straggling 
from side to side

from warrior 
to weakling

sudden 
and not so

but quickly upon 
and slowly away

a new kind of space 
to be occupied

where nothing 
can ever be the same.   
*
[clear cut]

shaded from the gray

the seams 
suddenly separate

a vague distinction 
of directionlessness

from everywhere been 
to nowhere gone

hesitant 
to go with 
this flow

for it has arrived 
as if from a blinder side 
of awareness

that aches to be uncovered.   
*
[outage]

chance arrives 
in different shadows

trapdoors 
thru which to escape 
the coma of routine

unstalled by sickness
the mind soldiers on

filling the empty days
with a purpose restored.  
***
“There are things you’ve been hanging on to
that really are not useful and deprive you of
your freedom. Find the courage to let them go.”
-	Thich Nhat Hanh

The Sunday Dispatch 6.5.22

[so vaguely vivid]

holding court 
in the desecrated mind

blue with the orchids of longing
as the city glides by below

and love 
restrains my heart 
from ever 
keeping 
the peace.
*
[positive tension]

tracing 
the curve
of emotion

cross-examining memory 
for the crux of comprehension

somewhat comforted by
the cradle of confusion caused

by exploring
a deeper complexity 
of understanding.
*
[until all the leaving is done]

gone is a place 
held close to the heart

barren
calm
desolate
safe

far from the hurt and hollow 
of love and other drugs

to breathe
to smile
to accept

to release

everything 
that needs to go.  
*
[back to the light]

too long bending away

still a tendency 
to be rectified

a work in progress 
amidst the faulty circuitry 
of transmission

where even 
best laid plans
remain celibate

as the hills fall away
beneath the weight 
of expectation.
*
[far behind]

some lessons never learned for long

feelings never shaken

reminders shouted 
from the cheap seats 
of the mind

all the reasons
break like waves
on an unknown shore

where only the soul
can breathe

clearing a path
to forge a stronger connection

between the head 
and the heart.
*
[taken chance]

forsaken sanity
fallen to the bottom of the days

to be recharged from within
by fulfilling offers of vacancy

with conviction determined 
by the ecstatic truth 
of forward motion.  
***
“Peace
is this moment
without judgement.”
-	Dorothy Hunt