May 2012
143 posts
April 2012
140 posts
wanna-be surfers,
wanna-be parrot-heads,
wanna-be romantics.
they come to the islands,
looking, searching,
cramming a life-time into a week.
they try,
to catch a wave,
empty a bottle and break a heart.
too busy to notice,
too busy to care,
too busy to see,
the beauty in front of them.
worried about electronics,
worried about photos,
worried about losing,
their happy hour.
the go back home empty, red, and full of stories,
that never were.
I awake,
like a Kerouac night, in Big Sur…
waves pounding.
The rain is refreshing, renewing…
along with the coffee beans,
spilled into my cup.
I mill around the kitchen like a sailor,
trying to find his barring,
in the dark of the sea.
The light is a little too loud,
The music is a little to bright,
I turn down sunglasses, and don Coltrane.
coffee,
overcast skies,
french toast,
and the rest,
of the weekend.
The sun came up today,
Always look for the positives,
The coffee is warm and satisfying,
Always look for the positives,
Two people close to me,
Always look for the positives,
Two good doctors,
Always look for the positives,
He feels better,
Slept through the night,
She goes under,
While they use the knife.
Time to heal,
Time to mend,
Time to suffer,
For your friend.
Always look for the Positive.