finally - another poem, this one from 6:93.
Not really much going on, trying to survive the cold, wintry passages. Nothing compared to what Spokane (and my sister) has endured, but it’s been a colder, icier year than normal around here. Ice and cold aren’t my favorites, then again, come August and that heat isn’t on my wish list either. Fall and spring (cool and damp) I guess are more to my liking.
Work pretty much continues. The slow down (due to the economy) is supposed to last through at least Feb, and the last week has been really bad for production and safety at the mill, neither which bodes well for our mill in the big picture.
Sorry for the lack of updates. Just been tired, busy, lazy and/or a combination of all three.
STUTTER FROM THE LIPS
i am the stutter from the lips of god
an unfinished curse on the backside of the wind
come when dawn is late
& frost is the language spoken
geese in broken formation
chant either threnody or ecstasy
i walk the lesser taken road to golgatha