Demons cloaked in angels wings

Angels cloaked in other things

Nothing's ever as it seems

My engine's cold

Pumping coolant

Through my veins

Lovers

Lovingly

Love

Loving

Loved

Loves 

Brews and bubbles

Toils and struggles

The poem will not wait

For the poet

To write it down.

These things I do every day

Are driving me insane

Waiting for the bus

Standing in line

Brushing my teeth

Smoking my first cigarette

Then sending some down the pipe

Checking wallet and

Watching the clock

Sticking a q-tip in my ear

Waiting to hear

In a letter, or a call

For a job, for a friend,

For an end

To these things that

I'm doing everyday;

They are driving me insane.  

Lodi 2

Standing on the point

In the middle of the night

Stars glistening

In a cloudless sky

Faint smell of seaweed

Rising from the debris at my feet

Chunks of driftwood here and there

The pressure dropping as a storm

Rumbles in from the southeast,

Over the mountains, settling

Into her glacial greatness

Booming and blowing

A proclamation of power

High winds through the night

Being alone in the midst of her might

Sipping wine from Wagner's vine;

Heaven, above.  

Lodi 1

Summer's spent at water's edge ,

Fishing off the dock

Skipping stones

Floating rafts

Paddling canoes

Hiking creek beds

Climbing waterfalls

Shale, and zebra muscles

Carving our feet

"The deepest of the fingers….

Careful; it drops off"

Waves lapping

Crashing on my feet

Whisking quickly away.

Walks with her,

Talks with him,

Wisdom shared

Truth gained.