two finals down and one more to go

just nine or so more pages to type and another semester is down.
Kind of enjoying this perma-student thing.  Not a bad way to go.
The wind is picking up outside, I can hear the dirt shifting
spring time again i guess,
Someone pointed out that this year is my golden birthday... 31 on the 31st of this month.
it is what it is...

here is a poem i spat out on demand a few months back for a fellow worker...

There’s a heaviness hanging over the Sandia’s in the early afternoon

Capped in anticipation and the southern edges of a blizzard system

Dropping blizzard conditions in Denver

Low, northern rambling clouds in Albuquerque.

There is a glare off the rim of the white coffee mug

The sun stressed and hanging in intervals between breaks in the clouds.

Breaking and stretching themselves into patchwork

Over the Rio Grande as they lose momentum heading west towards Grants

And a badlands of lava flows and mud.

He’s left post-it notes of haikus

In work break rooms

to push out algebraic formulas from his frontal lobe

frog

To make room for music lyrics and abstract theory

pond

Recipes for blended coffees and caloric counts of whole and non fat

Concoctions that leave you bloated and restless

kerplop

His espresso is cold and the foot of his bed empty

Three wool blankets leave gaps between each other

Like the clouds over the rio grande rambling east

Towards grants and a train yard of rust and ankle sized ballast

It’s Febuary and the tree’s remain empty

Arms stretched in prayer for an early spring

A winter without moisture and the sky sinks heavy

Over the mountains with false prophets of chills and apple cider weather.

maybe the next one will be more recent maybe not...

until then keep up the good fight.

solidarity forever... ride free... be safe... ride hard, die harder