I can’t I
simply can’t I
don’t think I
will ever I
will never I
don’t imagine I
can so I
won’t do I
for even I
without you’s I
without us I
Category: Friendship
IFox
I remember or imagine
I’m not sure which
because the agony of
its missing is similar
this anguish often bleeds
like watercolors one into
the next this longing
for and also if
if we had and
also if we will
it’s delicate this dance
between past and future
but does very little
to release the gripping
grief of this present
I am thus caught
like a fox between
the hounds and hunters
OneMoreMonday
And as the mountains
break free from night
like a fleet of
Spanish schooners off the
coast of England we
prepare for the battle
of this new day
confident that we will
retire tonight content having
defended what is ours
and defeated that which
tried to beat us
MeMyself
And now that I
have and always knew
to do I rest
in my own comfort
it was arduous this
journey adventure campaign or
whatever other euphemism one
wants to assign to
getting ones shit together
but now and after
having spent years trying
I have finally found
that which ran from
me being me myself
Herb
I wanted my spice
having for far too
long considered myself bland
easy to chew easier
to digest and low
on almost everything else
but I wasn’t bland
I was an herb
a compliment a tickle
a delicate addition to
almost everything where I
was added a subtlety
and yes even sometimes
an afterthought but coming
after and to the
rescue is the one
thing most people remember
and even more cherish
and keep as secret
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 