childrens' bedtime.

eyelids half open.
i feel somewhat ill inside.
my brain is shaking....

early sunday evening.

the smell of bacon.
children scream with laser guns.
and it's cold outside....

radiant splendor.

my fish wife, alice.
hazy shade of winter, passed.
our backyard blossoms....

not unlike i used to make.

make a to do list.
think about what you must do.
now go get it done....

twilight.

above my eyelids.
corner shadows creeping in.
mysteriously....

hump day.

here's my wake up call.
paperwork and a hot tea.
good morning, starshine....

please end, week.

best part of the day.
mars attacks and popcorn kids.
my wife is the rad....

cracked out.

new potato book.
my head, stuck inside a yawn.
it's a page turner....

eternal workshop.

the smell of sawdust.
and something else i can't place.
a piece of myself....

grade school.

two minutes too late.
the sounds of seagulls screaming.
no way not know how....

buddyroo.

happy birthday, dude.
you are a breath of fresh air.
all of ten years old....

nite nite.

scratching at my scalp.
wait for the steady breathing.
then walk out the door....

i'm so tired, like, all the time.

put the kids to bed.
close my eyes and take a break.
boom, it's saturday....