full scale humbuggery

going on

up

in

here...

some move through life as if

dancing

to a soundtrack in perfect time

and others

stumble

a poem in search of a rhyme

some seem to barely budge

but are racing in their minds

others busy being busy

making nothing

burning time...

...some days i admit

i set a torch to...

play bass

stare into space

drink coffee

play bass

stare into space

repeat and replay

and all the time wondering

of coming days

are we finding ways to

turn the corner or have we

painted ourselves into one

wondering am i playing

a soundtrack to the crumbling of this

new roman empire

another night becomes

morning

sky lightens through

shaded window

chasing sleep

chasing dreams

ghosts tap my shoulder

tap inside my head

whispered fragments hiss

through dark air

Christmas carols and

twelve-bar blues

another solstice come

and go and some say

the last

as a grand cycle comes

to pass

three hundred sixty five

more circuits around

our nearby star

until we spin off into

oblivion

or wipe our collective brow

having dodged doom somehow

like a lucky drunk weaving through

galactic traffic

heaving and laughing

at our apparent good fortune

as the spinning continues

winners hoard their winnings

and say poor are such

for sinning