Fiber Cowboy...

Fiber Cowboy...

It's midnight in the Mojave,

Eight miles out off the pavement,

Stars,

Full Moon,

Power lines hum across country.

It's a four-wheel crawl out here in the dark,

Jolting every bolt,

Mother Nature's rock garden,

With flash-flood ruts,

Throw in some sand features for a couple of miles,

Two-three feet deep. 

You don't stop,

Not until you get to your stop.

People have callede zombie,

Tired dishrag,

Washed-out and grey.

Pushing 55,

Hours that is,

Bean counters wanna cry,

But those fibers don't move themselves,

Nor cards auto swap,

No,

The internet won't stand that,

Nor Superbowl or stock swaps,

Not Googly search nor bing bing sling,

Or calling Grandma. 

You might surf in the dark wee hours,

Right on the back of this tired ol' Fiber Cowboy,

You see a zombie nerd,

But I made sure your internet address saw the light.

Excuse me while I nap in this truck,

Out under high voltage lines and stars. 

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

© 04/05/2023

Leaving Poetry Heaven...

I watched Louder Than A Bomb today,

Blew me away,

With meaning,

With heart,

With memories. 

If I miss one thing from a place I have to miss most,

Chicago is deep with all that,

Just not January or February. 

The people,

The scenery,

But waay so much the poetry.

We moved to the desert,

Literally,

And literary. 

I used to read live all the time,

Sometimes wrote a poem a day,

Read my first and last live performances at the Green Mill.

It was Christmas of '14,

Caroline helped me fly out of town on a cloud of snaps,

Marc was dark Santa,

It was GLORIOUS. 

Sometimes I hear a poem on the wind late at night,

Maybe a whisper,

Maybe a howl.

Mostly I hear desert dust under my feet. 

AquarianM

By Daniel A. Stafford

© 04/02/2023

Getting Dog-Walked...

People are walking their dogs in the fog, I think it might be better to be home sleeping like a log, but they're still out walking their dogs in the fog. 

I think it must be a good day to be a frog. 

I'm losing sleep because life isn't cheap, but they're still out walking their dogs in the fog. 

Go home, sleep like a log.

- AquarianM

© 03/31/2023

(Poem by Daniel A.Stafford, graphic by DALL-E2)

Moonbeams...

I dream of goodnight like a star over your other shoulder, I can almost reach out and touch it. 

It's nicer when we breathe slow, and the Moon is our uncut apple pie.

- AquarianM