Rain again this morning but I woke to no headache.
Been sick in bed.
This is how I spend my vacations now.
It's all about recovery.
I am an astronaut, more afraid of landing on a dark planet than floating in black space.
A second cup of coffee and I feel ready for some music.
My lungs are breathing.
I perch on the stoop like an old hungry bird of prey.
Slim pickings but I'll be okay.
Scaled down.
Peeled back.
Exposed in the headlights, semi-startled.
I'm just an ancient blues man.
I need to teach myself how to play the harmonica.
I'll belt them out, My stored-up songs.
Bored drivers glance over, see my spit can and toss me a quarter.
Kevin M. Hibshman has had poems published in many journals and magazines world wide.In addition, he has edited his poetry zine, Fearless, since 1990 and is the author of sixteen chapbooks including Love Sex Death Dreams (Green Bean Press, 2000) and Incessant Shining (Alternating Current, 2011).
Cease To Destroy from Whiskey City Press.
His current book is Lost Within The Garden Of Heathens also from Whiskey City Press and currently available through Amazon.
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