Plonk....Plonk...
Goes my friend
disturbances seem to plague him still...
with smug an expression of a dispassionate smile....
he covers it up to keep the world in denial...
the crumbs seem to be trailing this crumbling man of stone...
the rocky exterior seems to be shaky...
the cracks seem to be screaming through...
a concerned mason requests the stony man...
to slow down if not become still...
for now the cracks may be visible to the trained eye...
but soon the commons may come to know too...
could the mason do some work...
with the stony man held in counsel...
for the cracks he thinks may take a toll on the stony man
which may crumble him from inside still...

dedicated to that same dear friend...
the mason still awaits a reply my friend....
till next time...
See-Ya!!!

Floating on two wheels,
Drinking vodka neat,
Swearing by a coffee house that cant be beat,
An unruly black mop,
An engaging smile,
Bespectacled hazel eyes regarding you all their while,
Their interest flattering, curious about your existence,
Brow furrowed, gentle in his persistence,
Wanting to know the how, the why and the why not,
He implores you, entreats you, all his cases forgot,
A willing shoulder to the bereft and alone,
Shining a light on this blackened heart of stone

by a great friend
all i can say is I'm humbled beyond words can express
till next time
See-Ya!!!