i guess i changed my mind. . .

no floods today
haven't been any for a while
no streams

easy against the difficult
caught in a cliche
rock and hard place
The easy. . . do nothing
the hard. . . persevere

the things of others...easy?
my own, the difficult

even these very words
like mining
like panning
picking up
then tossing
not finding very many to keep

and then,
many will see
the veneer
only touch the top
never the buried bulk
of what's inside
me

©2007  Marc McCune
["Stream of Consciousness" was painted by Susan Dupor, a deaf artist from Wisconsin.]

yet a little slumber

he's left wreckage in his wake
looking back on years of
acting the grasshopper
not much like the ant
looking back on what's squandered and lost
because of neglect and sloth.

Even having known the wisdom,
of a little of the folding of the hands to sleep,
yet like the fabled ostrich
head in sand
he laid waste to his increase
and neglected his seed.
laid waste with rust and dust.

so much more

Grocery store coffee shop
Lakeshore walk and talk
jazz at the Green Mill
punk rock at Delilah's
making love on the Beach
kisses in the forest preserve
an awesome 80's prom
long drive, holding hands
then miniature golf near the river
sensual swims, kisses and bites in the jacuzzi
mexican with ice cold margarita tongue
pizza and smoke and wonderbar blues
incognito jazz at Katerinas
steamy car window love, with slam poetry,
then running in the cold,
unexpected $300 towing fee, which was worth it
music at Schubas and Martyrs
dancing at Excalibur.
and much more in between the lines

did I mention. . .

did I mention that I love her?
talking on the telephone
and she's making me smile
vibrating that place