My way

Art by Ed Odson

“I’m  always fighting

for the next minute.”

C. Bukowski

Planning to read,

write my reflection,

then I’m pondering:

is this what I want

to do? truly?

instead

maybe

I could sit

in 9-5 cubicle

with tables of numbers

and graphics,

chew on the algorithms

of ‘if-then’

and tired

come home,

grasp

in trance 

the  TV screen…

      

dzzzzzzz….

The mood’s changing

momentarily 

I begin to  appreciate

the free will,

the schedule

that thrill

when I hear

my voice

saying

“I’m always fighting

for the next

minute.”

Something

Dan Minix Art

Something

always

we're looking for

to fill us

to the fullest

so you decide

to give yourself

“me time” .

In the morning

when still alive

clear head

awoke early

a shower

some exercises

breakfast

don’t feel so stiff

you're lying down

on the high pillows

with neck dogbone

on the top 

to read

Charles Bukowski

“The Pleasures of the damned”

the poems of  51-93 yr.

Get amazed how he used

his pen/ a wand

to make something

of nothing

and everything

each speck of dust

(“if you run your finger

along the window ledge

you'll find dirt”)

plays  the role

and defines

the partake in life

(this dirt “maybe even earth”)

this day, the morning,

a weekend,

not end yet…

The world's preparing  

for rain…