Friday, December 29, 2006

Moving Targets

Inanities grow wearisome
to mill away the muse
with surface grit that soon abrades my shield;
left raw by jagged odium
I sputter like the fuse
that longs to spark this ordnance I wield.

I always aim to be direct
but dread that fierce recoil effect.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006


Welcome to the golden age of senseless speculation
a mangle of mismanagement and mean misinformation
where every day’s an exercise of errant execution
tilting towards the entropy that fosters revolution.

Friday, December 15, 2006


Before serenity abounds
the clash of constant change resounds;
keep heading for uncharted grounds
while crashing surf routinely pounds
to inundate your chosen route
with unrelenting waves of doubt
and though wet feet will often freeze
tenacious toes gain new degrees.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006


Planning, prepping
Shopping, schlepping
Escaping, scraping
Ever scraping
Grilling, growing
Filling, flowing
Stirring, stowing
Always going.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Fa la la la la la la fa cue

Jolly thoughts are not extolled here
greediness is what’s expected,
crunchy snacks and lots of cold beer
help sustain the misdirected.

Seeking laughter’s bright forgiveness?
Jolly thoughts are not extolled here;
tepid hearts demeaned in darkness
propagate their lies and old fear.

Breaking free of every mold dear
couldn’t garner more rejection,
jolly thoughts are not extolled here
only scripted genuflection.

Mistletoe replaced with hemlock,
carols with a guinea gold jeer,
doomed to rot alone on this rock
jolly thoughts are not extolled here.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Not-So-Missing Links

The truth is often something
we will seldom truly see
regardless how intensely sought
it hides elusively
behind the chosen mantle
oft confused with destiny;
but still we sternly forge ahead
another lump upon the bed.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

What's All That Screaming?

I learned of a strange correlation
Twixt shark bites and ice cream consumption
They say there’s no causal relation
But I think that’s a faulty assumption
The ultimate carnivore knows where it’s at
All of the flavor comes from the fat!

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Mother's Day

She stoops and plucks a scraggly weed
that plots to nettle her sleeping seed;
refuses to wilt, serenely proud
in fields where mums stand silently bowed.

Why must the brightest growing tall
succumb to steel and finally fall?
There are no speeches anyone could say
to justify bringing her own bouquet.

You Want That To Go?

Well how is everybody? Me, tired but satisfied. After a month straight of working the 'day-job' and then going to the restaurant and cleaning, painting, planning, decorating and finally tonight cooking, we are ready to open. Hopefully people will enjoy the food and spread the word. We are right next to a Dominos Pizza place and they came over to buy some cheeseburgers with fries. They said it was very good, so now we have made our first buck. May many more follow. I've been working on the conclusion to Briar's Patch and should have it done soon, until then here's a little poem I wrote for a contest earlier this year that didn't seem to move the judges, but maybe it will say something to somebody in the blogiverse. Farewell for now,