3 for the road....



last call
called from
someplace warm
comfortable life lived
respected for
things undefined
left uncertain failings
behind curtains
trotted out for
all see
dance for me
put on a show
life's certain capabilities
paraded about
no secrets
those respected arouse
suspicion in loved
one's own feelings
pushed to ground
not afraid to smile
live like that.

>>>>


perhaps
he considers depth of reason
inescapable treason
to those in need
transpired fixed
rewind
unoccupied shell wanders
staring at what firings
images encapsulated
among strong feelings
of doubt
belonging to
something hold onto
people humanity
look for a decision
made not thought about
ring true beyond reason
to embrace or
not let near perfect
symbols of imperfection
inarticulate ink
hasn't lived up to it
motivated desire
passion presently absent
a long nights foray
brings an end
considering all that has happened
as time comes later and later
until disrupted
disjunction among synapses
reading friends poetry.

>>>>


he looks to those
most important
defined friend
as family
there for all
anytime
respected above
how to explain beyond
humanistic love
understand this
he repeats
connection
though words traded
less often
time passes
space expands
he repeats
ask and
I will always be there when you need me.



-Rob
"fear is the mind killer"

late night...

carried about on
seen service
rendered about time
looked upon
backwards thwarted signs
could not should
harried to edge
sharpened and ready
keen on some
idea flitted about
tossed among friends
wondered about realms of unreality
thoughts plundered into
noticed by the other
pierced train
lamps lighted
litter layed about
set placed perfectly
positioned in proud
manners
matter beyond
reach for faith in action.


I thought about going on, but to no avail... decided not to be specific... not to name names... blame or blames...
It's not hard... write nonfiction... I was driving about a couple of hours ago and couldn't wait to get to where I am now... is it possible to write... i hate mystery, mysteriousness... but can't help but fall into that trap...
impossible seemingly...
time to go...

I wondered what audience to aim for... how truthful to be... how candid...
fuck... will that stick with me?
will this stick?
can we really think this crap will move on?
How many of us hope for more?
Come clean...

-Rob

waves beach thoughts
on higher and higher ground
movement towards understanding
tides tell a tale
comprehension comes with time
sailing on what thought
to be solid ground
not too long
found out
crazy inconclusive inches away
from falling down he says
cleansing of a mental palate
desired beyond what expectations
rise with watery thoughts
wash away lingering moments
as if
possible understanding
hoping for a reprimand
searching for some signal
beyond respected arrangments
agreed upon standards
behavior
an underlying set
retards further movement
along any path
bridges would have to be burned
as agreed upon
some stunning line
of thought in these last
lines
holding on long enough
to not know as
waves roll up a sandy mind.