Rerun

With each static day
The outcome's more gray
Much like a vintage black and white TV
Regardless where I hit
It’s just the same old shit
The universe regurgitates for me
I’ve had about all I can take
The time has come for a station break.

Fusion

In the heat of a sun
We command
An exploration that’s never done,
In the heat of a sun
We expand.

From the light of a star
We derive
How far away our neighbors are,
From the light of a star
We survive.

Overkill

I tried to date it back
only a day you see
but gave it such a whack
it jumped a month -- weeee!

Vindictive

I learned long ago how to be
If not happy — at least carefree
And it bothers those who are prone
To constantly piss and moan
For their type really hate to see
Someone stand on their own.

Bristled

I always try my best to not complain
Until I can no longer take the strain
Compelled to confess my life’s a joke
A bear I recommend you never poke.

Acknowledgement

I love to hear the songbirds sing
Their lilting madrigal of grace
When heralding the start of spring,

The morning air will brightly ring,
A tired pulse picks up its pace.
I love to hear the songbirds sing

It means my cheeks no longer sting
As old man winter smacks my face.
When heralding the start of spring

The robins and the sparrows fling
Themselves into the frantic race.
I love to hear the songbirds sing

And every noise they tend to bring
It means we’re all still in the chase.
When heralding the start of spring

Within our minds we’re reckoning
How many more we’ll relish in this place.
I love to hear the songbirds sing
When heralding the start of spring.

Decimated

Mathematics or geometry
Numbers or the shapes we see
Which is better? Don’t ask me
My area is poverty.

Antithesis

When I briefly believed I belong
I fraternized with the throng
And did my best to get along

Until I became too aware
That most people just don’t care
And I knew I didn’t share

A bond that was all that strong
Revealing how I was wrong
When I briefly believed I belong.

Versifier

I’m not qualified whatsoever
Far from eloquent or clever
Misunderstood by mice and men
But I have my moments every now and then.

Hospitable

The grackles have come back
And cackle for a snack
I offer up stale bread
One nods a blue green head
And as it swoops to snatch its meal
I smile at the warmth I feel.

Deflation

Another plan awry
another heavy sigh
another aching sore
a heavy sigh once more

I long for some success
but life is one big mess
I wish that I could buy
another. Heavy sigh.

Untangled

Everywhere I see failure
Is everywhere I’ve been
It seems to be my nature
A misfit among men

I can’t pretend I’m bothered
By disapproving stares
And thus I've blithely squandered
Opportunities to spare

And everyday the ruins
Of past defeats remind
A chump whose luck is truant
don’t get too entwined.

Groovy

Roots require room to spread
So put some rocks in your flowerbed
To help your blooms offset the stress
You could say they are stoned I guess.

Pass

He was into racing
She wasn’t into chasing
And slowly disappeared in his mirror

He thought she was lonely
But found she was only
Teasing, but didn’t want him nearer

Sometimes a reflection
Can show a new direction
Just a little bit clearer.

Overdue

Tulips transplanted
May struggle to rise
Until they’re emboldened
By winter’s demise
Completely enchanted
As Robin’s reprise
Makes them beholden
To bright sunny skies.

Propagate

The days just disappear
Another wasted year
Decades come and go
I wish it wasn’t so.

Reluctance breeds regret
For those who don’t forget
But such is life, although
I wish it wasn’t. Sow!

Indefatigable

My teeth are failing
My back is ailing
And any drive I have’s curtailing

Though blows are varied
Somehow I've parried
And won't give up until I’m buried.

Grave

If you steal a spade
Have you dug your own grave?
Well the pride displayed
Makes your soul tough to save.

Miscalculation

With nary a flake
The storm was a yawn
The forecast: Predictable groan.

Another mistake
Revealed by the dawn
With mountains to shovel alone.

How often we ache
When judgements are drawn
Before the conclusion is known.

Irreparable

The damage done
In the name of fun
Won’t be much
Forgive the pun

You hear the rasp
With every gasp
Still with such
Resolve you grasp.

Renovation

The temple’s falling faster
Due to sagging beams
A little paint and plaster
Makes it better than it seems
With a ringing Stratocaster
And a hint of youthful dreams.

Depth

When roots are near the surface
There isn’t too much purchase
And anything that’s growing could be felled

You need a sturdy anchor
For facing nature’s rancor
And staying straight until the storm is quelled

So don’t just be a skimmer
Dig deep to see a glimmer
Of hope that any ills will be dispelled.

Pro Hemp

Your plasticity is such
You seem inorganic
And babble so much
It’s painfully manic

The lies that you tell
Might get you elected
But won’t serve you well
Once gallows are erected.

Coming Up

This time Venus made a pass
As Jupiter stood by
Despite discrepancies in mass
Her beauty lit the sky

But soon Orion stole the show
Entering stage right
His shining outline all aglow
To dominate the night

Until a radiance began
To obstinately spar
Against the dark, a true hypeman
Of the up and coming star.

Gary's Gone with the Wind

He could really pick
And play a soulful slide
But now there’s just a click
The spotlight put aside

Their songs will stand the test
Of time, no surprise
Those boys were the best
The last Freebird flies.

Tough

Does steak still have the stink
Of the slaughterhouse when pink
Is that why so many like it rare?

Well I don’t crave a whiff
Of those beyond that cliff
As it is, I’ll soon enough be there.

Cold Snap

The snow can quickly tax a limb
To leave it rent asunder
And make a day turn extra dim
If chancing to walk under.

Flashy

What does a photo frame
A moment or a scene?
Well time is a concocted claim
So that can only mean
It’s a memory to treasure
Regardless of the measure.

Flaking

I’m shoveling snow
And every crow
Is laughing as I fling
These freaking flakes pell mell
And maniacally yell
“Where the hell are you Spring?!”

Lucked Out

I’ve been fortunate to duck
Most duties that I dread
But now I feel stuck
Like losing my tread
In a marsh full of muck
And it seems instead
There’s an oncoming truck
Dead ahead.

Sloped

Those with big loads
And little consideration
Clog the self-checkout lines

And out on the roads
There’s much consternation
Despite the informative signs

You could say it bodes
Ill for civilization
But every empire declines.