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The Night

I forgot what it was like. 

The Night 

The road. 

The hours. 

Everything is loud again. 

Nothing is beautiful, 

like I had convinced myself it was, 

once. 

I already miss the days, 

and have vowed this will end soon. 

Either for something else, 

or somewhere. 

I will say goodbye, 

and for the first time, 

mean it. 


© 2017 William S. Friday 

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Urban Lumberjack

 

urban-lumberjack

Into the silent night,

I look up.  

A pig iron forest,

rises. 

My feet,

balanced upon soft cement,

a meadow,

grey. 

Red and black checked flannel,

and hemp,

layered above denim,

covering. 

With wool upon my head,

to keep warm,

my thoughts. 

The urban lumberjack,

with fire,

built from circuits,

lit by words,

sparks,

from my fingertips.

 

© Copyright 2016 William S. Friday

Night Sky

night-sky

I walk in shadows now, most of the time.  I once marked my days in the hours between memories made.  Now I mark my days in the memories I am missing, in my isolation.

I am learning to appreciate the truth of sunshine again, after the lies of fluorescent light, in the place where the moon and stars used to hang, in the dark.  I miss the moon and stars.  I miss the dark.

I live in a cave now, thirty feet high, with the lights turned off, to remind me of what I thought I would not miss.  It is not the same.  But I tell myself that, when I look up at just the right angle, there is still a night sky above me.  And a moon and stars, made of iron.

 

© Copyright 2016 William S. Friday

LAX Confidential

lax confidential WIDE(Today’s post comes from a hashtag I’ve been using for as long as I’ve been on WordPress.  That tag is #LAXConfidential.  All of these pictures can be found on my Instagram page , along with others that carry that hashtag.)

“Don’t Go Into The Light”   

"Don't Go Into The Light" #CedarsSinai #LAXConfidential #NaBloPoMo #BillFridayWasHere #gurneys #heaven

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“San Diego-Graveyard Shift”

"San Diego – Graveyard Shift" #LAXConfidential #LAXtoSAN #BillFridayWasHere #SanDiego

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“Avenue of the Stars… Midnight”

"Avenue of the Stars… Midnight" #LAXConfidential #CenturyCity #AvenueOfTheStars #BillFridayWasHere

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“Underbelly”

"Underbelly" #LAXConfidential #GraveyardShift #BillFridayWasHere #work #nofilter

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“Sanitize Yo Hands”

 

© Copyright 2015 Bill Friday

To Recapture My Humanity

Clouds at LAX

Clouds at LAX

 

I sit, penned in, like a singular head of cattle.

Cement and wood and stucco form my enclosure, and the white of clouds foregrounding the blue of open sky, not yet awash with the pastels of another setting sun.

Until I hear, as if for the first time, the wind, in the sound of a lover’s wincing pleasure, between rough slats of painted pine behind my head.

It is here that I sit and sip my morning coffee, and try, for just this moment, to recapture my humanity.

And in these words, succeed.

© Copyright 2015 Bill Friday

Under the Bougainvillea… at Starbucks

bougainvillea 2

 

You meet the nicest homeless people at this Starbucks

So polite

Women carrying purses

Actually smiling when you give up your place in line for them

Better dressed than I am for work

Maybe this is their office

Taking meetings with the birds under the bougainvillea

 

© Copyright 2014 Bill Friday

3 a.m. at Cedars

hospital basement

Robots on the basement floor

at Cedars

stopping in their tracks

like cars

or a Roomba for the cats

three a.m. basement maze

a graveyard

the halls down which

Zombies of mercy shuffle

 

Copyright © 2014 Bill Friday

“Streetlight Moon”

“Streetlight Moon”

© 2013 Bill Friday

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