Friday, December 31, 2010


With naught but time to contemplate
I sit and mull the curse called fate
and wonder why we wear this weight—

don’t sag beneath what’s yet to be
release yourself from gravity
by shedding preconceptions we

are programmed with right from birth
so everyone upon the earth
can find out just how much they’re worth.


Thursday, December 30, 2010


The path of least resistance
can cause the biggest drag
when slowed by the insistence
of a love that lives to lag
but if you show persistence
when denying peace’s flag
you just may go the distance.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010


Remembering that day I zigged and zagged
across the lawn beside our old high school,
my supple lanky frame was brightly flagged,
the teacher said “No tackles, that’s the rule!”
I knew avoiding contact was the key
a subject I had just begun to plumb,
evade another’s touch and I was free
back then it felt so good, but now I’m numb.
Despite my score I quickly sought the bench
and lack of stimulation soon decreased
tactility to quite a large degree,
it’s funny how one wistful thought can wrench
you back to where your true potential ceased—
does independence justify the fee?

Monday, December 27, 2010

Taking a Stab

Beneath a blood-red moon
nocturnal creatures croon
and anyone
that needs the sun
will shudder at the tune.

The solstice coincides
with an orb that shyly hides
but could it be
an omen we
should fear like March’s ides.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010


Existence is a war
where battles must be gauged
between the big What For
and the cost to see them waged

but through a bested foe
we often come to terms
with the underlying woe
a true campaign confirms.

Friday, December 17, 2010


There’s times you think you’ve scored
but you’re not even near the rim
and the gods that you’ve implored
employ insensate seraphim
so you seek a shining sword
but every blade you draw is dim—
your only plausible reward
is a chance to chase your whim.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010


How deep do you want me to go?
That’s all I need to know
but just beware
there’s things down there
that feed upon your woe,

and dealing with them may be worse
than the curdling kiss of a curse
for lips of ice
at least entice
but terror will never disperse.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Barstool Origins

The Dreamer of youth
and the Cynic of age
were discussing the Truth
like a scholar and sage,

“Perception is all!”
The youngster exclaimed,
“You’re bound to recall
when your vision flamed

with a grandiose plan
based upon your belief
that the purpose of Man
was to banish all grief.”

“Indeed.” Said his friend
with the long silver mane
who would never defend
a statement so plain,

“But I was confused
those long years ago
and far too enthused
to know what I know

today.” then he paused
his gaze turned opaque
a condition that caused
the younger to shake

him with alarm
though he simply smiled
and said with wry charm
“The truth I’ve compiled?

There isn’t a wrong
or acceptable stance,
the rules must belong
to circumstance.”

The youth was amused
but quickly grew cross
“You’ve got me confused,
my wits at a loss!”

he huffily buckled
so fragile and small,
the Cynic just chuckled
he was having a ball,

but seeing himself
he pitied his friend
and said “Let’s shelf
this theme and attend

to matters befitting
great minds such as ours
like comfortable sitting
and drinking for hours!”

Thursday, December 09, 2010


No one knows how to take me
I guess that’s why I’m still here,
the geniuses flatly forsake me
the fakes are filled with fear,

but I’m not here to bicker
or damn the muddled herds,
I’m just looking for a flicker
of enlightenment through words.

Wednesday, December 08, 2010

Roses in the Park

Dedicated to John Lennon on the 25th anniversary of his untimely death.

We gathered speechless in the growing dark
remembering the brilliance of his light
and left our rosy sorrow in the park.

As one of four he made a lasting mark
which cruelly found his heart that fateful night;
we listened speechless in the growing dark

and prayed the news report was just a lark,
for who would ever… but no, it was right;
we lost our rosy visions. In that park

so named for berried plains, the truth is stark
that being human should bring great delight,
not speechless mourning in the growing dark;

commemorate the magic of his spark
and offer love to all within your sight.
The scent of rosy tributes in the park

imbue the air with their resigned remark,
imagine his disdain for this sad rite.
We gather speechless in the growing dark,
and leave our rosy visions in the park.

Tuesday, December 07, 2010

Iconically Ironic

When he saw the release
of his very first song
did he know that the throng
would deify him
as a martyr for peace
on a madman’s whim
no matter how wrong?

Monday, December 06, 2010


Despite the tales of frantic sweat
there were no orders being met
until they got you out of here
and now the products disappear,
while you declare we’re in your debt?

The argent alms that grace your palms
should be (you’d think) the sweetest balms
for you who truly earned the least
selected first to taste the feast,
just proof of one of my big qualms.

Friday, December 03, 2010


Got no hope?
Smoke some dope
it’s better than a scratchy rope.

Afraid of fear?
Try Everclear
and soon you’re smiling ear to ear.

Too many bills?
They make these pills
that take away those nagging ills,

but just be sure
the stuff is pure
to minimize what we endure.

Wednesday, December 01, 2010


I used to be afraid of pain
and quickly shied away
from cases where I stood to gain
if only I could say

“That really didn’t hurt so much.”
But I refused to drop my crutch.

These days, I’m not averse to ache
despite an ailing form—
the sacrifices left to make
won’t scar beyond the norm,

in fact they tend to keep me strong
enough to fiercely limp along.