AS TIME GOES BY
The minutes skate by
Friends and family cry
Constantly turn
Continually spurn
Assumptions persist
Long gone the gist
Finished instance
Dangling distance
Unknown to all
Evasive the ball
Silent for some
Loudly to come
Remedy bemoan
Treatment unknown
Sent up in smoke
The minutes no joke
FROM SEE TO SHINING SEE
Thank you for stirring me up. I have walked the length of Bower’s Beach Twice. Consumed a Golden Monkey by Victory Brewery and now am working on a Brooklyn Summer Ale. My solitary walk on the shore of the Delaware Bay, “Little Florida”, has evoked in me a desire to be closer to the Florida Keys — nostalgia — could have something to do with the high alcohol content of the Victory Brew. However, it is a pleasant longing.
As I sit at the rattan dining table of the beach house with my back to the bay and windows the breeze is picking up — a very good development. Although the humidity is only fifty-six percent, without the air moving, at eighty- three degrees, it is just shy of a little too hot.
I will douse myself with well water from the outdoor shower, since the tide is out and there are sand bars for over seventy-five yards, and proceed to bathe myself in the August sun.
As I return to the sugary sands along the Delaware Bay I will bring an umbrella and a comfortable chair for my very good friend, Paula, who is up the road steaming shrimp and who knows what else for our afternoon sustenance.
You have stirred me, my surroundings have trilled me and I can see from bay to shining sea.
Cheers
R.
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HANDS UP
Culture of corruption
Watered down reform
Privately owned function
Dancing with public storm
Lavishly funded lobbying operation
Accounting scandal
$36 million compensation
Paid to one handle
$25 million in pension
$9 million to be deferred
Expansive public relation
Negotiations occurred
$5 million in stock option
Paid until death
$1.4 million annually
The public nothing left
Privately manually
Might call it theft
“I can see every monster as they come in.”
— Truman Capote
A LANDSCAPE
Running from abuse
Searching for a muse
A line to cross
A land to live
Despite the loss
Terrors give
Running far
Long and hard
Bar to bar
Revealing card
Called a name
All to blame
Beaten up
Emptied cup
A landscape broad
Up the hill
The taken road
Running still
GOOD NIGHT PRINCE
Good night you Prince of Delmarva you King of Accomack. Thank you, cousin, for the music and the good reads. Thank you for your nurturing encouragement and your propagating support. Thank you, friend, for fertilizing my imagination and for helping to till and grow my interior landscape. Thank you for cultivating the hothouse of my mind. As our Fathers before you and their Father before them, you knew the good life is best lived by those with gardens. Your artist creativity now moves forward, without fragmentation, reversals and interruptions, to where past, present and future commingle and there is unrushed time and unburdened space. Good night you Prince of Delmarva you King of Accomack.
Barry Wayne Price – June 8 1951 – March 9 2016
All my love,
Bobby
GOOD SORROW
No stranger to sorrow
Would not dismiss it tomorrow
Sorrow today
Showing the way
Beauty of the world to borrow
With repeatedly bruised heart
Pumped bloody steady to start
Darker emotions to reap
Spiritual benefits do keep
Creative restlessness borrow
Human benefit good sorrow
DEAF EARS
Souls of the ages
On yellowed pages
Whispers unheard
Fonts unobserved
Histories on hold
Stories unsold
Histories repeated
Democracies defeated
No one to read
History’s screed
Phantoms of books
But nobody looks
Histories repeated
Best interests defeated
