October 31, 2013 § Leave a comment

the futility of it
may never be recognized

yet here I am again
at an undisclosed wall

1:14 a.m.
dollar store spray can
and doorknob from
that cubby in the basement

painting rectangular portals
for my allotment of
magic to happen

(c) 2013 Fred Whitehead


for the moment

October 30, 2013 § Leave a comment

it was fine as far as yesterday’s go
the day before that was even better

then there was that Thursday
a couple of Thursday’s back when
I found a buck in the gutter –
one of those gold coin ones too
so I didn’t have to fret
over the possibility
of it blowing away before
I bent to retrieve it

but we are taught to live
in the moment
celebrate the right now

do you think
they mean
every moment?

that could be tiring, really
and we could never
grab a couple of beers with
an old friend and ruminate
about where all the
good times have gone

it’s nice in theory, sure
and I try, you must believe me

I wish you could see me now
spinning wildly
through the dining room
having twisted my already hurting
bum knee trying to avoid
the cat I didn’t notice
sleeping in the
square of sunlight on the floor

looking all the world
as though I’m dancing
some strange celebratory dance
and singing loudly

yes, that’s it


(c) 2013 Fred Whitehead


October 30, 2013 § Leave a comment


I could intervene
that would mean
a trip
the attic
things are better
to remain in
the attic

verse – 291013

October 29, 2013 § Leave a comment

find the shaken this the test most left veered with heads low the rest led here to hear said if taken to be as arrangements go the severest investments appear as fear of compartments unknown in folds of dear departed minds

(c) 2013 Fred Whitehead

discessum paradisum

October 29, 2013 § Leave a comment

I plodded my way
through mid day graylight
listening to the
forearm of November
the last warm day
into it’s crypt

I know the requiem well

and it knows
the way inside
knows where
to set it’s weight

I try not to
focus on
the length of the piece
as the ship turns
toward the horizon

I’m on the pier
without even the
energy to lift a wave

the chorus rises again

(c) 2013 Fred Whitehead


October 27, 2013 § Leave a comment

evoked atmosphere,
phrased correctly,
into think space,
trajectory of
thought collective

(c) 2013 Fred Whitehead


October 27, 2013 § Leave a comment

it’s hard not to think
of tomorrow’s night
when obsessing on
yesterday’s sun
that was
the alone of then
the alone of
from now on

(c) 2013 Fred Whitehead

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