Tuesday, February 28, 2006


With unfocused pupils the teacher thinks,
ignoring all the ruckus made by smug,
designer label wearing nits, who drug
themselves on candy from their friendly shrinks,
remembering a day when knowledge seemed
to be a magic secret; little hands
would shoot into the air when distant lands
were shared, enlightened faces brightly beamed.
But uncut diamonds turned to dullish jade
as truth became self centered; edicts passed
which brought the standard to the under classed
and graduates can barely make the grade.

You can’t rebuff an apple that’s been spurned,
perhaps the hardest lesson ever learned.

Monday, February 27, 2006

Living Proof

Remember that dude back in school
we all thought he was more than cool,
well somehow he got hooked on smack
and had to crawl to make it back—
life can really make you a fool.

And that gorgeous girl so perfectly chaste
who thought she had us all outclassed
engaged in so many unguarded affairs
that now she’s dying and no one cares—
it all can change so very fast.

Then there was me, dreams through the roof
always so willing to act like a goof,
ignoring ambitions that needed some drive;
neglected endeavors will seldom survive—
right here’s the living proof.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Barnyard Bash

Unmoved by your big ego boost
I fluff the nest as we create,
a solid base supports the roost
with measured time we incubate—

quite soon the shell will start to crack
and then you pluckers best stand back!

Saturday, February 25, 2006


Feeling good, devoid of pain
then life beats you down again
but you can’t fault happenstance
when you create the circumstance
that ends up causing you regret
because you haven’t quite learned yet
to make sure that you follow through—
get ready for more black and blue!

Friday, February 24, 2006

Fanfare for Francis Duggan

For years now I've enjoyed a page
of verses never marred by rage,
a growing list of heartfelt rhymes
dispensed from lush Australian climes
by one determined friendly sage;

at each new post I gaze in wonder
awestruck by his rustic thunder,
he keeps on writing, going strong,
inscribing his contagious song—
what do they feed those guys down under?

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Welcoming Committee

The monuments devoutly stand
upon that brooding gated hill,
an honor guard morosely grand,
their stony faces waiting still.

As raucous ravens congregate
to form an inauspicious flock,
they also sit and calmly wait
beside that stark forbidding rock.

I sympathize with their suspense,
made leery by the bleak unknown,
but now I rest outside the fence
no longer scared to be alone.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Reverse Pinnochio Complex

If you fake the funk, your nose will grow. — Bootsy Collins

To expedite idolatry
they flaunt their false humility
while beaming rather fetchingly,
then supplicate quite shamelessly—
“Make me the toy I long to be!”

Tuesday, February 21, 2006


Once more I don these scratchy rags
and trudge off to the fun,
my worthless weary backbone sags,
the need to please long done—
those tarnished smirks they flip my way
just barely keep the wolves at bay.

What good is sweat, or true concern
for someone else’s glee?
Why grimly labor taciturn,
to finance their ennui?
These faded duds are worn right through,
a novel outfit’s overdue.

Monday, February 20, 2006


On a bold foray through the demon’s dark demesne
I tarried with a sultry little succubus;
suddenly a horrid beast distinctly serpentine
appeared and interrupted our torrid little scene
spewing forth expletives incredibly obscene,
demanding I unhand his spawn voluptuous—
now I sit here next in line to face the guillotine,
how was I to know she was the daughter of Asmodeus?

Sunday, February 19, 2006

We're Gonna Get It!

For ages She has smiled as we romped at her hem
a lenient matriarch who would never condemn,
but constant disdain for Her lessons raised ire
and suddenly punishment seems much more dire.

Friday, February 17, 2006

Drive By

I watch the speeding bullet fly
bedecked in vibrant hues,
deliverance is drawing nigh
a gift that’s mine to lose;
as incidental tangents try
to compromise my muse
ballistic data rather wry
concludes I must refuse.

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.....), ---.(_(__) /
....// (..) ), ----"

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Another Chance

I’ve lived so long with nothing
that I now feel blessed with more,
for each new day brings something
which I blithely tossed before.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006


You feel a gentle flitter
like the twitter of a thrush
that crazy little critter
duly flushed by rosy blush—
you stutter and you stammer
quite confused by all the clamor.

When floundered in the flora
take the time to mark your trail
as the offspring of Pandora
do their best to turn your tail;
with scarlet lips they have a knack
for getting one to double back.

Monday, February 13, 2006


Emblazoned by undaunted youth,
too full of sap to see the truth,
I bristled with a lack of inhibition;
a brave explorer on a quest,
determined to bisect the crest
of every wave that circled my ambition.

I tried to reach beyond the sea
to hold you for eternity
and lavish you with blooms of pure devotion,
but every perfect petal browned,
then tempest tossed, I nearly drowned
and now I’m feeling sick from all the motion.

Saturday, February 11, 2006


Encumbered by the steely chains of debt
as golden sprites sneak through corroded bars,
their soothing warmth a curative reprieve
which helps my mind to shed these daily bonds
with dreams of lush demesnes to call my own—
a fertile plot invites abundant rows
as anarchy of passion fiercely shoots
it’s way through soil, to seek the sun and spread
ungainly limbs, in hope of yielding sweet
exotic feasts, whose fragile flesh will share
the knowledge higher powers choose to keep.

The phone rings and I answer with a sigh;
evicted from the garden once again.

Friday, February 10, 2006

Cosmic Woo

I try but I
Just can't explain
This glorious feeling
I can barely contain-
A universe of emotion!

You are the sun,
You are the moon
From my inner depth
I loudly croon
A song of pure devotion.

Tears of love
Moisten my face
As the stars above
Clear a space
For us to escape to.

I searched my soul
And found you there
Without control
Love is shared
When we do what we do.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Penned by Choice

My virtual presence
is less than inspired
I forfeit my essence
that’s it, I’m retired—
no more will I scribble
or scrabble or think,
we’ve seen the last dribble
of mind freeing ink!

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

The Final Frontier?


Left dry by hyper stasis
in search of an oasis
but all I saw were endless auburn dunes,
the ocher sunlight sizzled
my strength completely fizzled
until I was illumed by violet moons.

While contemplating action
I garnered a distraction
by counting all the stars I couldn’t name;
a distant sapphire twinkled
in thought, my forehead wrinkled—
which way to go when each way looks the same?

My compass rather useless
and current stance quite fruitless
I headed for that beacon burning blue,
you may be disapproving
but I had to just keep moving
for sometimes that is all that you can do.

A body lacking fluid
can quickly get deluded
so when she first appeared I wasn’t scared,
some merciful persona
an alien Madonna?
My fiercely cracking lips no longer cared.

The cool and pleasing tickle
of water’s blessed trickle
released my tongue enough to whisper, “Why?”
she smiled without talking
became a crutch for walking
until my failing legs could not comply.

I woke to some commotion
where I was, I had no notion
but every steely surface brightly shone,
a nurse-bot spied me stirring
in need of reassuring
and said the med team found me quite alone.

It seems this expedition
began their rescue mission
from Vega Prime, that steady cobalt flare;
no matter where you wander
don’t stray enough to squander
the faith it takes to say a little prayer.

Monday, February 06, 2006

Don't Bring Me Down

The elements humble
foundations will crumble
if you never look down
someday you may stumble
and take a good tumble,
but don’t ever grumble
for the least little frown
could cause a big rumble.

Saturday, February 04, 2006


By living outside humanity
you sealed your sorry fate,
a penchant for shameless dishonesty
has helped to fill our plate;
you’ve brought our favorite delicacy
and quiver as we sup,
don’t sweat the fledgling intimacy
as we’re just warming up!

Friday, February 03, 2006


To feel the pleasing tingle
of a soft breeze on my skin—
To see a prism splinter light
and drink the colors in—
To smell the rich and heady loam
that carpets forest deep—
To hear the blessed murmur
of a newborn fast asleep—
To savor every flavor
in this pungent world of spice—
To truly sense all that is life
naught else will suffice!

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Harvest Ball

To know the hour and minute hence
when time becomes unknown,
to face refined oblivion
and see compassion shown.
You swoon within the cradle of
this bold decrepit knight
who galloped up with grim concern
upon The Steed of White;
entranced by soft discordant strains
as weightlessness ensues
one measure more will free you from
the need for dancing shoes.