From my windows
I hear the 
night distant caterwauls 
speed somewhere else 
and the death
of day in
this humid silence 
I feel nothing 
but quiet peace 
the pain of 
life a blanket 
I’m a simple 
man falling asleep 

The difference 
between order 
and chaos 
is simple 
order is
light and 
chaos is 
dark order 
is rain 
and chaos 
is thunder 
order is 
snow and 
chaos is 
black ice 
order is 
peace and 
chaos is
life damned 

Joyous little things 
such are words 
pickles of thought 
marinating in juices
of what might
and what can 
prone to crunch
hard to spear
easy to swallow
when presented right 
whether in dish
or even jar
pickles are by
their nature words

There is very 
little fanfare and 
never a parade
whenever we finally 
achieve a goal 
no party and 
no applause all
there usually is 
is a sigh
and one single 
moment of pause 
but if one 
listens very carefully 
you can hear 
the wings of 
angels in Heaven 
whooping and dancing 
for they are
humanity’s only cheerleaders 
and personal champions 

People are
like shoes
styles and
colors change 
but fit
never does
at first 
very hopeful 
and then 
once the 
pain begins 
back to 
the closet
they go 
remembering why
they were 
right and 
then left
later on