Babble On

A pair of bedraggled bicycling bagmen blew breezily by
as I briefly broke bread on my break
in a bout of belated bemusement I began this brash banality
but I believe it was one big mistake.

Consideration

He knew she was willing
desire was spilling
from her eyes like a cask
of wine over filling

she wasn’t that sleazy
but he grew uneasy
then put on his mask
and kept it quite breezy

which leads him to wonder
did he make a blunder
or duck the dread task
of dumping her under.

Running

I fancy the ephemeral
covet the conceivable
eulogize the epilogue
dither like a demagogue.

Done Shopping

Last time I found you right away
but not today
I stalked the aisles full of prey
with much dismay

ignoring all the empty stares
and processed wares
to find the answer to my prayers
the one who cares

until I felt my heartbeat skip
for just a blip
then I grabbed you in my grip
and kissed your lip.

Inconclusive

Investigators diligently search
for clues among the grisly scene
where three old ladies in their church
were hit by a mishandled machine
destroying life with every lurch;
they seek the chip that recorded the routine
with more detail than any mortal eye
but can it answer – why?

Retroaction

If I knew then what I know now
I have a sneaky suspicion, somehow
that things would be the same—

if I could feel now like I felt then
unmindful of that looming when,
perhaps I’d be less tame.

Demo

The silver birds were turned to yellow, orange, black and red by lunatics that yearned to fill our jaded hearts with dread, an effigy morosely burned for the spirits of the dead, a searing torch that won’t abstain lamenting those unjustly slain. We’ve all been tired, we’ve all felt poor we all have things we’ll struggle for but no person should ever need to make another human bleed by nurturing a pointless war; a decade isn’t nearly long enough to heal from pain so strong yet as each name is spoken loud, their noble sacrifice avowed, catharsis calms the throng. That sad September day, a prelude to the coming fall when innocence fell prey to evil’s noxious choking pall will never fade away, with love we honor one and all— the spectrum of forgiveness flows through the prism of our woes.

Want

A swollen moon hangs low tonight
the pallid, pockmarked face we see
is more than just a stone
it’s the avatar of gluttony

for soon the earth will take a bite
and leave a single bone
a lone, illumed parenthesis
with no opposing clone.

Vasty

They used to say there was greatness in me
and to a certain degree it’s still true
there’s a tremendous amount of uncertainty
and even more left to do.

Trait

I often look back to discern why I write
and I remember my Mom telling me
“You can be whatever you want to be,
have you written anything new today?”
which prompted me (with the utmost delight)
to share with her what I had to say.

And now whenever I jot down a line
I can feel her palpable presence there
and despite the undeniable despair
her gentle spirit’s loving touch
imbues my somewhat rigid design
with the caring soul we loved so much.

Steamy

I gave myself a nasty burn
on the inside of my arm
you'd think I've cooked enough to learn
that heat can do you harm
but oh what pleasure when you tame
the passion of a fiesty flame.

Imperative

The nameless one cried “FASTER!”
to his dark and foaming steed
he had never known a master
or knelt before such need.

He found, with moonlight glistening
upon his windswept face,
that he could not stop listening
for whispers of her grace

that wafted on the twilight
within his inner mind
and only helped to highlight
the love he’d left behind.

While miles away Verona
who likewise thought of him
took on a new persona
pursuing passion’s whim

she gathered up her clansmen
and made sure they were armed
then raced with great abandon
her heart must not be harmed

she knew that he was honor bound
to keep the deal he’d made
and that he’d kneel upon the ground
to meet the falling blade.

At times a love is so intense
it counteracts the pain
and odds that seem to be immense,
with hope that won’t abstain.


***Part 6 of my desert saga, here's a link to part 5 which has links to 1-4 at the bottom, enjoy!***

Menace

Careening in her own conceited world
with every mirror angled towards her face
she giggled at the expletive I hurled
then cut me off as though I stood in place

because there are no other moving cars
careening in her own conceited world
she only glimpses unicorns and stars
and pennants to her prettiness unfurled.

Within me an indignant anger swirled—
what made this twit believe she had the right
careening in her own conceited world,
I wanted to give chase and start a fight

but knew it wouldn’t matter much to her
ensuring that her hair was cutely curled
oblivious to crashes she’ll incur
careening in her own conceited world.

Sellout

The problem with unfaithfulness
is just how quickly we regress
to being people more concerned
with what’s been bought than truly earned.

Sentence

I’m trapped within this prison
confined behind these walls
another sun has risen
and still, my freedom calls,

I watch the shadows wander
and feel a twinge of hate
for all I did was squander
my kingdom for this fate;

another night of dreaming
I can somehow change the past
to waken wet and screaming,
the dawn returns too fast

condemning me to witness
the shadows shy advance
while forfeiting my fitness
for any second chance.