Moon

Moon

In the early dark morning

Of mid fall

The moon shows me

It’s bĺoated self

Through a trailer window

An old fat moon

Looks at an old fat man

Laying on a mattress

With a centered deep

Ass created crater

Moon we are old friends

I watched you

Through self made telescopes

As a dumb teenager

Who tried not to show it

Your reflections of the sun

Mingle with a Strauss quartet

Music that doesn't fit

What I think of you

As if you cared what I think

I change stations

Suddenly an old galliard

On plucked strings

We dance to old music

I let you lead

Barry G. Wick

Mirrors

Mirrors

Across this continent

Through all the rooms

I have traveled

Mirrors have followed me

As I change my hair

While eyelids drooped

Scars formed to hide

Small broken bones

The cheeks arose and feel

As weight gain and loss

Stretched and sagged

Will all these Mirrors

Gather to wish me good-bye

Or will they hold my image

Until they, too, are broken

Failing to reflect their own

Passage into pieces

This day begins in reflection

Of all the mirrors that saw

What no one was to see

Just me alone staring at it

These old friends looking

At the progression of days

With each other in light

From the days of no beard

To reddened teenage skin

Then the wrinkles of age

Breaking each other down

Some of these mirrors

I shared with a wife

And little children 

Discovering the silvered glass

Some lovers and friends

Saw themselves beside me

These eyes become smokey

As I wipe the steam away

Only to discover the moisture

Was in my eyes

Hiding what I didn't see

The tears of the forgotten 

I hurt or the hurt I felt

So sees the mirror

An old friend looking at me

Through each tired beginning

That shakes off the night

Barry G. Wick

Deep Risings

Deep Risings

Everyone has someone's

Dick in their ass

Fingers in their pocket

Thoughts in their brain

There is no freedom

Brought by Anyone

We can't find the off switch

For what we are responsible

Distant family and lonely life

All the crap seen in this world

Is created by us

We are alien to ourselves

We build the wall 

To keep us away

From our neighborhood

From the terrors

We recreate inside of us

What we see is all filth

Remind yourself why

It isn't easy waking

In the middle of night

The dark collapsing

Around the deepest

Thought that only rises now

Barry G. Wick