Evening Rituals

She keeps at it.
Every night.
Waters her plants in the front and the grass too.
It's not really grass, more just dirt with pieces of grass
sticking out in all different directions.
At night she comes out to do it
that's when I have my cigarette
shirtless and leaning against her wood porch
watching her water the yard
mesmerized
large planes flying overhead, sirens in the distance,
the neighborhood dogs barking endlessly.
It's the calmest
most peaceful time of my day.
Watching the Goddess with the hose
trying to return life to the barren soil.
Tonight
she's standing in the yard, doing her thing
in these little black underwear
on the ass it says, 'Not all pussy is created equal.'
I can't argue with that.
Even if it is just dirt
she keeps at it
growing her roots
and watching life start
all over again.

Crashing In The Darkness

I'm sitting on a patio balcony

tonight

having a smoke before bed

the sound of the waves crashing on the beach

in the distance

in the dark.

I can see the ocean from up here.

Pitch black with little lines of white

rolling over and tumbling down

as those waves keep on crashing

out there in the darkness

as I keep hitting these keys

and as the cigarette burns

it all just keeps on going

all of us

just crashing in the darkness.