Through his wrinkles

Closing my eyes.
As the metro
Winds along
The stretch between
Ocean boulevard and
Hillvine road,

Listening to
The bell…
Signals to the driver
Next stop.

I forgot….
For only a moments time,
All of the years
Which passed between
Now and then.

Fifty years it’s been,
Since my hands were smooth,
Hair on my head.

The future a dream away.

My first real job.
A laborer on new

How time passes
So quickly.
All of my days spent.
In one muddy hole
Or another.

Callouses building
Rough hands.
Until retirement’s
Time enough to care,
To give pampering
To these hands
that served me well,
Over the years.
The young lady
Just boarded the bus.

In her papoose,
A new born,
Wide eyes.
Infant life
Just begun.

We are at this moment
One and the same.

No age difference.

The child knows not
Of the future
His life holds.
And I am
An old man
With no future.

My eyes close.
My heart stops beating.
My last breath escapes
My hollow lips.

I am free.


Philosophers’ stone

Mine I find inside my thoughts,
Others draw theirs from without,
Then extrapolated,
Into their mind.

A virtue valued
From my stance.
Perpetating insight
With a glance.

Making real,
This fiction told,
Revealed in debth,
The courage unfolds,
Virility and
A mindful soul.

I’m captivated
To say the least.
Admiring what it takes,
To find the truth
Outside oneself,
And make it your reality.

Even for a moments time;
To nurture that
Which most are blind.
Then share embraced,
Beyond the self,
A gift revealed upon a shelf.

My story

This is where I share
My story?
Right here in this spot
I think not.
Tell me yours.
It’s probably much the same.

Why would you want to know
The reasons that I’m insane
Or sane?
So you can know exactly,
How to do it all

Whether it worked
In the first place?
How to place your bets
How to gain from others

Funny to know that
It’s all a game.
And still be willing
To answer not refrain.

For curiosity is
An alluring beast.
One that opens the door
With a smirk.

You will never know
The reasons why
The game you played
Made me jump so high.

But I play by choice
Into your hands,
For fun I tripped
Into the maze.

All of the answers
I hold tight,
Sharing freely
With delight.

It wasn’t supposed to
Happen that way,
The secrets kept for
Some other day.

Guinea pig

The cover created to
Soften the blow.
Works in its way,
To accomplish the goal.

There is only one thing
That they don’t seem to get.
I refer to reality,
A voice in my head.

I was barely 19 when
I moved out of the house.
Trying to fall asleep,
One night to a sound.

I don’t know.

As I lay there listening
To these voices
That I heard;
I noticed the accent
Was so strange and absurd.

So I listened,
More intent,
Trying to hear what was said,
And I couldn’t understand.

Why I bothered.

The voices were speaking
Vietnamese or Laosian.
So my effort
Was wasted.

I would never be
Able to translate
What they said.

At the time it made no sense
And I could have cared less.
They wouldn’t come back,
I think that they should have.

Because I’m not the crazy one.

This was reality,
Nothing less.

Not mental,
Or fun.
This is science,

Don’t think that
You fooled me.
I’m really not that dumb!

I’m not as wrapped up
In myself as you think.
The bullshit they planted
Can’t replace truth.

I’m not the only one
Discovered out there.
It hurts just a little bit,
How much you don’t care.

My mind is much stronger
Than you’ll ever know.
Clarity replaced fantasy,

A Long time ago.

Challenged to face
and to change,
What went wrong;
Meant wiping the server
Of this machine
’til it was gone.

They replaced all the data
With bullshit untrue.
Thinking that logic
would never get through.

Don’t jump to conclusions,
Quite yet my friend.
It’s not about illusions
Or love to be fed.

One little fuck up
so long ago;
Willie the bulldog
I know that you know.