My neighbor wears Army boots

My neighbor wears army boots
23 hours a day,
his footsteps echo down to me;
As I stare at the ceiling where I lay.

Before I lived here
I thought the most annoying music was Rap,
but Bolivian folk music
has brought a change to that.

The stairs that go up
are directly behind my bed.
The door that slams shut
would probably wake the dead.

Without a doubt I think he has a
loss of hearing,
most of his conversations
I cannot keep from hearing.

His kitchen table, too big for the room,
has revolving chairs,
he moves each one seven times
as I look at the ceiling and glare.

He taps his boots in time to his
beat
I accompanied that with a kitchen
cabinet,
3 times closed nice and sweet.

I know it could be worse,
He must be 65 at least by a day.
I thank the Lord with all my heart
that he is not 23 with Metal music to play.

Frightful October night

Air crisp
Autumn leaves flavor the
frosty wind.
The moon sits high
bathing a half light
that build shadows
that bode sinister;
each tree, long fingers
reaching; beyond a
solid dark
that cloaks
mysterious, hiding
monsters and ghouls
that tickle
your fear
and make walking
feel like slow motion.
Breath steams
effort, imagination
explodes
seeing shadows that
move, and blur
into cold images of death,
reaching for you.
Paths once short
stretch long,
now panting,
to pass that which
frightens us;
in the distance
a wavering light,
home, and safe.
Will alone sustains,
almost running,
ragged breath, legs
pumping,
running to escape
what in darkness
pursues us.
Each step a lifetime,
the shadows at the edge
of the woods
ready to break free...
home in sight,
golden light that forces back
the dark.
Being followed, but
afraid to see what is following,
focused on the golden
light of home.
Hand that reaches for the
door knob,
twisting, turning,
rushing in
and shutting the door
on evil,
you stand..breathing hard
protected
and home
once more.

Autumn

Open your eyes'
You see Blue
impossibly, bright
glorious blue.

The sun
shines with such
bold light,
electric
astonishing hue.

Distant
reds, burnt orange
umber
trees on fire
in your view?

Fall taps
on your shoulder
saying
"Hey!"
"wake up!"
see me shine, see me.

Autumn explodes
it's colors
bold, it's sky brilliant
the end of summer in a punch
that beckons you
to open your eyes
And see.