The cold snap caressing
Much of the country
Had nothing to do with
The shudders and winces
Tugging at shoulders and faces
Of those watching oil prices
Dropping,
Oh there are no tears
For the boardroom billionaires,
But the young truck driver
With lay-off papers in pocket
Four weeks before Christmas,
Bellered.
The echo foretelling
Dire consequences coming
Should the tumbling continue.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Dockside” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:10 AM November 30, 2014
In the nippy arctic air
Riding frozen on a
Northeast wind
Were icy memories
Of Lynn Lake,
Swan River,
Thompson,
Flin Flon,
Winnipeg,
The Pas,
Grande Prairie,
Yellowknife,
Edmonton,
Pine Point,
You should visit
Sometime,
Be sure to take
Warm gear and a
Hot lover.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Dockside” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
9:26 AM November 29, 2014
Sometimes it takes
Time
To take our minds
Back to times
Of great heights,
Great depths,
To take calm time
To analyze the climbs,
The slips, the falls,
The time to wonder
What was the point
Of it all,
Was it a waste
Of time,
If you could rewind
Time
Would you do it all
Again,
And then string
And other theories
Come to mind
And you kill some more
Time
Wondering if time itself
Is another one of our
Illusions.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Dockside” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:11 AM November 28, 2014
On slow days
She would lift
Her skirt and smile,
On fast days
There wasn’t time
For a skirt,
It was a hegemony
Of skin and splendor.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Dockside” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
7:37 AM November 27, 2014
She’s a looker,
She’s a lovely,
Creates daydreams
Wherever she goes,
But when she dresses
She undresses
For only his eyes
To see.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Dockside” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
4:00 AM November 26, 2014
When they turned
The water off
That old realization
Came to the forefront,
There are several ways
You can live your life,
Take the psychopathic path
And strive for total control,
Resign yourself to being a
Happy slave under the control
Of others,
Let those who would control
Think that they do control,
Tiptoe through and around
The bullshit,
Say fuck this phony
Manmade grid and go
Sailing.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Dockside” www.strangersandpoetry.com
7:11 AM November 25, 2014
In the early,
Early morning,
Cappuccino in hand,
Waiting for the day
To break,
People wrapped
And pushing against
The wind and the rain
In the still clinging darkness,
Rushing off to jobs,
Or are they rushing
From or to a
Lover.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Dockside” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:49 AM November 24, 2014
