a poet, an artist, a musician, a lover, a flower gazer, a night swimmer, a poesy dancer, king of the two-step (though I can no longer dance), confirmed smoker who stopped smoking in 2014, drug taker, whiskey drinker, a young man’s father, moon admirer, chronic masturbator, long thinker, a woodworker, mechanic, tinkerer, teeth brusher, slow runner, machete owner, chainsaw juggler (or less so but I have ambition), mental aberrant, scene surveyor, beauty obsessed, one woman danger acrobat (in love with wife), liberal motherfucker, anti-fascist, living love in life, no longer a killer of flies, haiku contemplator, standing tall for the small, over rated zen buddhist, full blown atheist or agnostic/atheist or just me, who gives a shit, LGBTQ+ advocate, ACLU advocate, enemy of those who would harm a child, friend to many or few and loved by some who ought to have known better but didn’t…
I’ve cut myself often, contemplated the quarrel with life often, read everything handed to me and wrote poems on the pages of library books.
each word is considered, each line break agonized over, each cup of coffee masterfully created and each pistol and rifle neatly cleaned and always loaded, but gone from my library of tools – I carry a screwdriver now that I turned on a lathe.
Guitars are strung with gut and extruded steel, I play piano badly and drums even worse.
this is my only advice:
Love your life, love your wife –
the platitudes of willful resemblance 