Wednesday, August 31, 2011


Once you commit
don’t ever hesitate
you’ll wind up getting hit
by those that fail to wait.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011


You make us scrounge for pennies
then indiscreetly toss
millions out the window
as though we caused the loss,

there’s nothing more annoying
than a moron with the means
to finance his amusement
abusing worn machines.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Time Out

Irene was storming up and down the street
erratic footprints from her gusty feet
one current stopped, another raged
torrential waters kept us caged
she used to be so small and sweet
before her private war was waged.

Saturday, August 27, 2011


Don't tell me the moon is shining, show me the glint of light on broken glass - Anton Chekhov

It caught my eye
a flash of ghostly silver on the pane
whose jagged pieces lie
across the oaken floor's distinctive grain
and silky strands that frame a spider's lair
are laced throughout the rafters, everywhere.

There's no one here
they packed and left this place so long ago
that no one's really clear
on why they felt an urgent need to go
and rob this dusty hearth of warmth or love,
a haunt for me and the moon above.

Friday, August 26, 2011


A hurricane is on the way
and I began to pray
then laughed at my own audacity
for what have I done to sway
the heart of any deity?

Consumed with an unlikely dream
I never share my time
just jot compulsive rhyme,
ream upon decaying ream,
it feels as sad as it must seem

and I decide (with utter gall)
to impolitely call,
beseech upon The Lord
to somehow maybe stall
Irene and save the lowly horde,
but then I hear the squall.

Thursday, August 25, 2011


She hates her life
and therefore hate
is whetted in her mind
much like a knife
whose balanced weight
makes cutting so refined—

abrasive, brash
she loves to watch
her chosen target bleed,
she’ll stab and slash
for each new splotch
helps obviate her need.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011


I bought a 2012 almanac
and now I want to go put it back
by the second to last page I was filled with fear
that the end is near.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011


He was ardent about art
she was harnessing her heart
which made the two decide they should never be apart

and now their love has grown
beyond what they had sown
by taking chances on themselves and the great unknown.

Saturday, August 20, 2011


A moment can last for a lifetime
a life can go by in a blink
whatever we hope to accomplish
will never turn out like we think,

one battle can vanquish an army
surrender may garner a throne
but conflict is bound to come calling
especially when we’re alone,

damnation is sometimes delightful
until the deposit is due
a humble approach to existence
could equal redemption for you.

Friday, August 19, 2011

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.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011


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.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011


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

Monday, August 15, 2011

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.

Sunday, August 14, 2011


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?

Friday, August 12, 2011


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.

Thursday, August 11, 2011


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.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011


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.

Tuesday, August 09, 2011


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.

Monday, August 08, 2011


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.

Saturday, August 06, 2011


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.

Friday, August 05, 2011


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!***

Thursday, August 04, 2011


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.

Wednesday, August 03, 2011


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

Tuesday, August 02, 2011


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.