Full Circle

 What tells the wind

move certain ways

and what tells can you

read from these lines on my face

the taste of your home town

in another's embrace is 

an experience to behold

I'm aging but far from old

I'm often pensive when not jocular

and these rhythms of mood 

hold a small world, too big to paint 

like a corn crib near harvest holds the 

orange, September, moon in place

full circle is more than a cliché 

I believe it comes around in more than one way

 Our Preferred Blend

"She is

bad

-I mean in real life."  he said

the honor of her beauty, something 

to defend

draw back your wallet pic, son

you won't be home anytime soon 

habitually a man doesn't draw back

and I never apologize for that 

risks I took - consequences be damned

I always feel 

and am never shook

my brother is in a wilderness 

a place I have been

home would be nice

and so are warm friends

but the brotherhood of oil is thicker than all of 

them

muscle and steel nothing soft in this black land

fuel and blood we build with our hands

our lives shortened and saturated by our preferred nicotine blend