I'm Afraid Of The Lone Man

I'm Afraid Of The Lone Man

Just to fit in and get along
I learned to avoid
Approaching a man by himself
Sufficient, perhaps pondering
Or drunk
It wouldn't matter, it is alone
That counts
I saw the looks he drew
Resolved myself to stay inside
Or among friends
Yet here I am and not that long
More and more alone
And I am him, I like him now
Walking alone, waiting for the bus
Where the scattered shyness
When I was a kid
Has been gathering together

JM

Sleep Cells

Sleep Cells

Sleeping was tough last night
So the morning gets here early
With my door cracked on sunrise
Birds precede the rising traffic
Giving up the bed for now
And jealous of the workers
I watch the day get started
Through open shades the skies brighten
In bare feet with coffee awake
I know a nap will happen later.

JM

Fresh Ground Words

Fresh Ground Words

Between force and release
My words are not grease
When life is dry I grind
As phrase and pieces of idea
Find new shapes slower
More painfully, waiting
For something wet or living
To swell with what they said

JM

Been

I have been writing a little less. Posting fewer
I have slow days.
I tell you now with vigorous unction
There will be another day!
And another poem...