Monday, November 30, 2009


I gaze at my mask in the mirror
employing the eyeholes to see
and realize I am no nearer
the person beneath that is me
the being I’m anxious to be

a vessel immune to resentment
with courage enough to forgive
the demons that hinder contentment
and all the frustration they give,
so I can finally live.

Saturday, November 28, 2009


We breed our beasts
with ample flesh
so all our feasts
expand our waste
as meat that fresh
insists we taste;

each unctuous bite
we choose to take
dispels delight
when shrinkage cuts
away the ache
of missing guts.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009


He really doesn’t care
what other folk think
he just doesn’t care
and won’t even blink
at the thought
that someone cross with him
may want to make a stink
or nudge him towards the brink—
he’s swayed there long enough
to understand the drink
and know that if he takes the plunge
how quickly he’ll sink
beneath the roiling ink,
at least that’s what he thinks.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Nothing Matters

Zero made it all compute
so we could pillage and pollute
the streams with toxic junk we spurt
yet never bother to dilute.

Nothing is (at best) inert
but necessary to convert
our concepts into glossy forms
that skirt the void with which we flirt.

To calculate the coming storms
or predicate accepted norms
you’ve got to start with emptiness
to see how truth performs.

Monday, November 23, 2009


Everything I’ve written is a sham
a shadow of the failure that I am—
if only I could buy into the scam
that someone out there truly gives a damn

for any reason other than to spur
the image of themselves that they prefer
but frank critiques infrequently occur
when sugar-coated scribbles start to blur.

Friday, November 13, 2009

And Now for Something Completely Different

***These song lyrics popped in my head while driving to band practice. I don't have a chorus or a title yet but just thought I'd post them to break up all this iambic BS I tend to reiterate. Enjoy!***

I was stuck behind a General Lee wannabe
Going slower than a tortoise with a banged-up knee
With all six cylinders fired up and ready to go
I found myself wishin’ he would pull aside
So I could rev it up and enjoy my ride
And let the lonesome highway take away my woe

When at last I spotted that dotted line
I punched the RPMs up to nine
And smoked that sucker like he was standin’ still
I was so busy haulin’ ass
I didn’t see the trooper watch me pass
With a radar gun and a gleam upon his grille

Well I was burning up the road
So bad I made his toy explode
Which prompted him to rapidly give chase
I shoulda pulled over and just been done
But all the excitement was kinda fun
So I figured I’d give that cop one helluva race

Thursday, November 12, 2009


An ebon tempest swirls across the sky
negating the serenity of dawn
along with any clever thoughts that I
may someday change my status as a pawn
and hinting that Apocalypse draws nigh
like hoarfrost creeping slowly on the lawn,
for scavengers are certain to appear
when chaos conquers all that we hold dear.

But when the sun ascends the crows abate
and roost beside that river to the west,
I labor for the nonce and calmly wait
until the day that I can truly rest,
oblivious to concepts such as fate—
a jester cannot change that he must jest
nor alter when that distant glowing ball
(like everything we know) at last will fall.

Sunday, November 08, 2009


Words can be kinetic
laconic or frenetic
and those you should have listened to
so painfully prophetic.

Wednesday, November 04, 2009


I’m a curious kind of guy
I love the question – Why?
investigating mysteries
can get me kind of high.

I’m a curious kind of guy
too stubborn to comply
with any other theories
on kind of getting by.

At times I’m kind of shy
and others in your eye
awash in inconsistencies
I’m a curious kind of guy.

Monday, November 02, 2009


Diluted resolve
begins to dissolve
deluged on this rock
condemned to revolve

until an event
of epic extent
delivers a shock
we cannot prevent.