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Connecting Flight in Phoenix

27 Dec

I found the change of scenery to be surprisingly uplifting, the heaviness that had weighed me down for so long was subsiding. Catching my connecting flight in Phoenix, I wondered about the chances of running into Charles Barkley, or Steve Nash.

Looking out the window, running along the conveyor belt, I wasn’t sure what to expect–what to look forward to.

Maybe I’d be able to get over her during this trip. There was definitely the prospect of other women, both young and old, but I was also going to get some fresh air, and a few early morning hikes would do me good.

An old friend was meeting me at the airport with the possiblity of revisitng old desires, harking back to a time when I made it all happen, yet was lucky if I could buy groceries for the week.

Things had completely changed, and for the better. With all the questions going into this trip, there was no question about the theme. Whether it’d be Eugene, Oregon, Toronto, or New York City, it was certainly time to move on. 

~Edward Austin Robertson

Mr. Glancy Was Right

2 Nov

It hit me at that very moment

crumbling herb at some party

in my t-shirt and blue jeans

that maybe my Spanish teacher

was correct.

True I was not hanging out

at the local Dairy Queen

and P & S,

but I wasn’t that far removed

from that reality.

High School graduation was already

2 years ago.

What was I doing?

I took a look around the room.

Everyone holding a drink

was either going or transferring

to a big university.

I didn’t even have a plan.

Working as a parking attendant

at the race track wasn’t sustainable.

What turned out as a minor curiosity

became an escape.

That night was the first inkling

that my emptiness

was something I could no

longer afford to ignore.

~Bob E. Freeman

The Negro Speaks of Rivers

23 Dec

I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
     flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
     went down to New Orleans, and I’ve seen its muddy
     bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I’ve known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

~Langston Hughes

I’ve Recently Decided

12 Sep

that I’m going to live until the age of 84.

Somewhere in my 50’s

I’ll obtain a PHD so people can call me

Dr. Bob.

I will visit Osaka, Japan

and attend a baseball game there.

Perhaps I’ll even get to see the Cherry Blossoms

during my stay.

Then maybe somewhere around 60

I might be ready for another kid.

~Bob E. Freeman

Casual

12 Sep

Sleeping with someone you casually connect with

is almost as confusing as

sleeping with someone you don’t respect

(especially if you’re raw dogging).

Your body can trick your mind

into falling in love

or thinking that you did.

~Bob E. Freeman

Balance Due (The Gut Check)

12 Sep

Woke up on the floor to my cell phone alarm

going off.

Folded up my sleeping bag

and found my carefully hung up slacks

and collared shirt.

Slowly started dressing in the dark.

I visualized my goals–both long and short term,

then walked down the stairs

and out into the still morning.

My grace period was over

and it was time to put in work.

Goodbye Enemy Airship

Hello adulthood.

~Bob E. Freeman

Katie and the Mattress on the Floor

31 Aug

I. High afternoon passions

her skin complemented

the living room decor

of my studio apartment.

Sometimes tender.

Sometimes erotic.

But never too aggressive.

 

II. The lowest of frequencies

brought us back

late one night

for some herb

and some tunes

and a little bit of tongue.

My intentions were mild

at best, but things grew raucous

with one casual click of the mouse.

 

~Bob E. Freeman

 

Therapist

30 Aug

She told me that perhaps

I should take a break from romance

and focus my energies on being an artist.

It took me a couple of missteps

before I finally took her advice.

 

~Bob E. Freeman

Some Hither, Others Yon

23 Aug

Available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.com in Kindle or paperback. Its pretty good I promise.

 

BM

Baby Haiku

24 Jul

He’s raw, unpolished,

a better version of me.

I was once like him.

 

~Bob E. Freeman