Not the first wagon I fell off….

I’m afraid
I’ve fallen off the 
shadorma 
band wagon.
I’ve been draggin’ my ass but
enjoying the ride,

enjoying 
it well enough to 
keep it up. 
I reckon 
I’ll write some more, if thoughts fit 
form and times permit.












Shadorma November, Day...something or other.....hermits aren't good at keeping track of the days.


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The palmist


The palmist
has cursed me always 
to wonder, 
did i miss 
that one thing that would have made 
me truly happy.










Shadorma November, Day 8 (late again...)



out here



so many 
more roadside wreaths out 
here where youth 
have so much 
less to do and yet so far 
to drive to do it










Shadorma November, Day 7 (six days late....)
(...or does that make it five?...)


such that the moment



The truth is 
such that the moment 
we turn our 
backs on it 
it ceases to be the truth
that we thought it was.

The truth is 
such that the moment
we take our 
next breath it 
changes and it changes the 
breath that we just took.









Shadorma November, Day 6 (seven days late....)
(...or does that make it six?...)


where?




so many 
more roadside wreaths out 
here where youth 
have so much 
less to do and yet so far 
to drive to do it









Shadorma November, Day 5 (eight days late....)
(...or does that make it seven?...)


empty, almost





everything 
is growing closer 
together
up and out 
and down and god is getting 
squeezed from all the gaps,

like the last 
bit of toothpaste in 
the tube, to 
land in the 
sink by the drain, missing the 
end of the toothbrush










Shadorma November, Day 4 (nine days late....)
(...or does that make it eight?...)