Black Friday
Why not?
All my working years
Black Friday was dreaded
Now for a change
I can half way
enjoy it.
Why not?
All my working years
Black Friday was dreaded
Now for a change
I can half way
enjoy it.
It was the same drawing my father had
This inexplicable yearn for the returning
When they say you cannot I said I shall
And I plant some zinnias for Lute and Ern.
By degrees
JohnClare Stokes
It was all decreed by degrees
Each man was given a set point
Some for the season of freezing
Some for the season of heating
We never determined the season
Her point of breaking came
Releasing mercury's deadly poison
Hot or cold results the same
Never applied ice in summer
Never offered blankets in winter
By degrees we slowly blundered
To her breaking point we sent her.
Do you ever wonder
What will be your last message
In your bottle?
Do you ever wonder
Who will ever find your message
In your bottle?
Johnclarestokes
Life's turns are not
Always at the designated
Points of light and signs
Sometimes
For no apparent reason
We leave familiar paths
Follow hidden trails
Unmarked by blazes
Dead ends some
Hidden hammocks others
Narrow the way
That pathway
To glorious life
In search of Mary Joyce
In the old boarded place
Among the milk and wine
I seek the familiar face
So precious in a bygone time.
Years hence
Someone will ask
Where were you
When MJ launched
Thriller
and I’ll look at them
and say
In a derelict old
car dealership
Once owned by
A Powerful man
But lately the
haunt of mullet heads
who hit on girls
with tyranny for a name.
Lord protect us from the
virus as we make
Our way down ninety
Give us green lights
All the way from the
Lobster to FHP
so we can be first in line
at Popeyes with the
dead intercom
I know you can
We read it in the word.
You see Colonel
You don’t understand
We waited in line
An indeterminate time
Before we gave up
And came to you
And you have the
temerity
to hurry us through
Our order
I did not want fries
Or your tepid tea
sans ice
But Popeyes line snaked
all the way around
and we were hongry
Be a little patient
And get your hands
where I can see where
They been.
At the end of evening
Long I came to the old dock
to watch perchance
the Osprey enters a
dive into the water blue
to pull out with talons sharp
some unsuspecting prey
then soar over me
with that piercing stare
that says
did you capture that?
There was no map
There wasn’t even anyone
to take there
along the way
many frequent pauses
for the way is not rapid
as once was
but slow and deliberate
slow and deliberate
it has its advantages
it allows one to see
to see
what otherwise would
go on hidden