Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Color Commentary

The weatherman said
before we went to bed
that mounds of snow would fall throughout the night
this morning instead
his face is quite red
because there's not a single speck of white.

Monday, January 26, 2015


I felt in need of something
but nothing would avail
my spirit shed the sadness
that joy could not curtail

a melancholy deeper
than the vast unfathomed sea
and infinitely darker
than the depths could ever be

a place so cold and distant
it sees the sun no more
and I the lonely traveler
that roams the vacant shore.

Sunday, January 25, 2015


A person's charity can drain their shares
but cheerfully they float another round,
as long as they are buying no one cares;

in fact, you'll find there are no empty chairs
whenever someone generous is found.
A person's charity can drain their shares

and make their credit rating need repairs
while everybody else's ills are drowned,
as long as they are buying no on cares

about a benefactor's vexed affairs
with endless foamy glasses neatly downed;
a person's charity can drain their shares

and ruin their good name (there are no spares)
but moochers aren't concerned if someone's sound,
as long as they are buying no one cares

if detrimental deficit impairs
another's chance to pay their fleshy pound;
a person's charity can drain their shares,
as long as they are buying no one cares.

Saturday, January 24, 2015


If you have to start anew
there's not much you can do
but roll up your sleeves
and give a few heaves
to make sure you pull through

and when life seems unjust
just knock away the dust
forego the frown
for though you're down
it only gets better from bust.

Friday, January 23, 2015

Recipe for Frustration

A cook is cursed to care
about another's fare
despite the hunger they are forced to bear
ignoring every pang
while serving with a clang
contentment that's as fleeting as the bell they roughly rang.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Internal Affairs

How many innocent children must die
how many grieving families must cry
how many times must we pray to our God
while laying another lost babe in the sod
aware that we'll never receive a reply
despite how much we prod.

The change we seek is not divine
it must be by our own design
that we resolve to foster love
and not the need to push or shove
while blaming anything malign
on forces from above.

***Dedicated to all the poor victims of child abuse.***

Wednesday, January 21, 2015


The wheel spins
the victor grins
the loser wishes for some wins
as clues are sought
the puzzle fraught
with paradox adeptly wrought
but is it wise
to jeopardize
one's innocence to earn a prize?

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Not Feeling It

It's hard to caress the air
to run your fingers through some hair
when no one's there

or brush your burning lips
against a bust that ever slips
right through your grips.

Monday, January 19, 2015


Does life force ebb
as we run out of Web,
the sprawling silken skein
too fragile to maintain?

Every strand we weave
becomes another span
reminding us to leave
connections when we can

but bonds are prone to break
where stresses interact
unless we learn to make
a more forgiving pact.

Sunday, January 18, 2015

New Day

Another chance to love and learn
to grit my teeth and try
within my heart begins to burn
like fire in the sky.

Saturday, January 17, 2015


I find it hard to say
I advocate the melee
but feel a love-fest would be
anathema to me
and so I spend each day
recalcitrant but free.

Friday, January 16, 2015


Your distant coldness
and stony silence
underscore the sky
with brilliant observations
(unless you're feeling shy
and cloak yourself in shadow
that we readily supply)
but soon you will turn bloody
when we happen to align
a sign we can't deny
of judgment from on high.

Thursday, January 15, 2015


I'm drifting in and out of coherency
the disconnect almost complete
while cursing compulsive transparency
for telling my abject defeat

I've never been much of a masochist
life can be painful enough
but the problem with being a pacifist
is building a betable bluff.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Flower Power

The crystal blooms borne
this merciless morn
encumber the limb
much more than adorn

the sun is so dim
that chances are slim
we won't be forlorn
as winter turns grim

and though I feel worn
I will not be torn
from visions that brim
with lilacs reborn.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

On the Go

The creek is slowing to a crawl
and clinging to the rocky wall
the frigid air can crystallize
aquatic skin before your eyes

but underneath it still moves forth
despite this salvo from the north
as we must also move each day
although we seldom know the way.