Half Century

no flapper dress at 50

or tarantulas running wild

no desire for more poison

or acting like a child

 

communing with the living

not bringing back the past

creating from experience

that’s a high that lasts

 

spilling food, drink, & secrets

loving knowledge that i own

surrounded by what matters

finding most of it at home

 

say goodbye to forties

some other decades too

no comparison with others

to myself i am now true

 

 

Pterodactyl Screams

I keep waiting

for a rain

or reign

of knowledge

to hand me freedom

 

in all my waiting

tightly wrapped

as cloak

with dagger

is omnipotent fear

 

perhaps this waiting

births sobriety

of mood

and soul

draining creative thirst

 

leaving me waiting, waiting, waiting

for pterodactyl screams