Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Broke, Broken.

a new year began
the days were just the same
as the old of the year before
heavy sad feelings of anxiety
with stomach pains
still lingered on
insomnia - sleepless nights
stress and worry.
a january tuesday
dismal - gray, cold, rain
a drive alone to sweden,
on the E6 south
not made
broken down car
stranded in Råde Norway
to sit on a couch
at a mechanic shop,
drinking coffee
and reading
the book read -
Patti Smith's Just Kids.
waiting
for a ride from a friend
wanting, with hope
for things to just get better

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

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winter, lost
stomach aches
twisted in knots
anxiety
a fear and
depression inside
not wanting to
get out of bed
...
the boring time
short days of light
early darkness
cold, snow
only wanting to watch television

to be alone
rot away
from the inside
out.

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december winter night
storm
pouring rain
heavy winds blow,
howling creepy
like out of a horror film
power out
candle light fills the apartment
lay in bed,
eyes closed with headphones on
listening to the musique
Rich's country mix
songs of the ramblin' man fever
the lonesome open country road
Hank Sr., Haggard, Cash,
Waylon, Those Poor Bastards,
Hank Jr., and others
drift off, half asleep
dream
remember sunny summer
southern ohio days
the sleezy crew
Oldman Mattch, Rich,
Darrin, Billy,
there were others as well
sit in Rich and Darrin's
musty apartment
two stories above main street
circleville
drinking beer,
shots of whiskey and
smoking pot
camping at skatopia
in an old worn tent
campfires and beer
burning a van
swimming at rockmill
oh those longed for
haunting ohio memories
wishing to be there again
in that time
with my good old
country boys
long missed,
but never forgotten

Lazy Sundays

three years worth of sundays,
every sunday
from late mornings
to sunset evenings
old friends
and new
our own church of skatin'
cruise fast,
sometimes with a
can of beer in hand
grill outs
coolers filled with
cold beer
smoking grass
an old boombox
to supply a soundtrack
blasting it all
hip-hop, reggae,
punk, metal,
and country
photos taken
stories shared
pure freedom
carefree days

Monday, September 30, 2013

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I love,
and long for
country highway roads.

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about an hour out
on the country highway road 44
from my wife's folk's house
in Tøreboda Sweden
heading home to Son Norway
there is a set of railroad tracks
to cross
it always reminds me
of crossing the railroad tracks
about an hour out
of Circleville Ohio
on the country highway road 88
Ohio summer memories

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Not Working

I laid in a bed
in Son Norway
thoughts, thinking
the old memories, missing
the garage workshop
at my folk's house
warm sunny, blue sky
Florida days
high on the tea
an old radio, that was once mine
playing on
country, bluegrass, reggae,
hip-hop, southern rock,
and hippie rock-n-roll
putting in work, building
saws - cutting wood for frames
drills, painting wood
cutting mattes
framing photos
I now long
for those missed
carefree days
miss the work
miss that garage