Blue Moon #2

tonight

after too many beers

on the bridge

overlooking the Mississippi River,

I will take some time,

look up into the sky,

cast off,

let the heart be

what it is,

let the ghosts go, roll

with the current down

to New Orleans and jangle

the bones

back home, emptier,

with blue blood

coursing through my veins.

The Sentiments of Last Night

I should’ve written

as the sentiments

were arising.  

Now, I just think of monsters

wandering the streets,

masked as adults,

and each friend in their thirties-

divorced, unhappy, trapped

in marriage, struggling

to find meaning

in career and money

at the same time.  

There is a constant whoosh

of automobiles up and down Cedar Ave,

like a two way river,

incessantly flowing

in conflicting directions.  

There’s this joke

about log trucks

as they pass each other

on the highway

going opposite directions.  

We could’ve saved a lot

of energy

had the ghosts of the past

called ahead

to the unborn

regrets of the future.