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I like your meter OP, it was the inspiration for this one

Tailgate party spirits high
Legal drugs are in us

Kickoff I regret I came
Rather I was in bed

Halftime I consider leaving
She would be offended

Quarter ends I am relieved
Aside feel nothing else

Swear I won't do this again
Know that is a lie

I saw some old friends today whom I'd not seen in almost a year.
They apologized for their tardiness, and some had still yet to appear.
But you could see they were coming.
And really it's the thought that counts.
Coming to erase the gray away and a more conspicuous spring announce.

You can try to please and appease the environment.

But it still wants to kill you.

You make offerings of austerity and sacrifices of money.
Yours.
..and others

But it still wants to kill you.

Looking for a cause.
The reason why?
Who.
Is.
To.
Blame?

Finger pointing. Searching for answers.

But. It still wants to kill you.

Toss into the volcano your convenience,
your security your large family and your neighbor's S.U.V.

BUT. It still, wants to kill you.

Poem I'm writing for a friend. Working on a longer version.

Sometimes walking home in the darkness I hear her
Over on the hill by tannery row
She beckons me to come nearer
Her faint ethereal voice from below

As I approach I hear a pulsating sound and the ground begins to glow
And she beseeches me to harken her words
To grab on and hold, grab on and hold
And Love, Love, Love before I go

A re-interpretation of Emily Dickenson's Autumn I wrote 4 or 5 yrs ago for somebody on here.

Woke up to a garbage truck beeping.
Bleary eyed looked out to see the sound.
The dim blue of morning and my cold window weeping, below steam vents spewing from the ground.
Early commuters bundled walking down the street,
steam coming from their mouths.
Dreary grey winter is coming
and I already miss summer being 'round.