Friday, May 22, 2020

Emberace

I have experienced 
so many 
“last moments” 
of my life, 
when I knew 
I was about to die, 
and each one 
was different. 

How many 
more seconds will I waste 
staring at the chasm 
instead of embracing 
the fire 
of all that my life is.

Monday, December 1, 2014

Sailing on the Gulf of Yap!

Golden green-dayglow
upchuck, brittle as it is stale
left flailing next to lovely English countrysides
filled with jazz and memories.


Offal awful tutencommonplaces
forage around Sam Spade encomiums.


Yellowed word salad frobishers
apoplectic as the man behind the curtain
pair with pithy, parlor trick peons to laughter.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

What Is It?


The fuse is lit 
but made of water 
it rises, a mist 
and starts it's slaughter... 

...fearing hate, eschewing love 
it's hell is in the Heaven's above 
But still it breeds 
a silent slither 
calls young, weak minds 
come, come hither. 

The media calls it a pagan queen 
but it is less historic, and more obscene. 

Answer: ISIS 

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Kiss This Poem Goodbye


Kiss these words farewell
as I throw them on the fence
my troll escaped his cell
to rob my every presence.

What I shall write herein
will quickly be erased
because of his thin skin
my work must be effaced.

So it goes ever onward
Posts-Reports-Appeals
Till trolls turn to kind words
Or Yahell's freeze congeals.

These words will not grow wings
But removal prove their stings.


Friday, May 9, 2014

The Empty Mirror

I am not writing poetry
the moondog doesn't howl 
why call it a new moon
if it can't be seen?

The sun has gone, 
I have nothing to reflect 
the talent has moved on 
leaving pedants 
whining old ladies and pedos.

Reflected light has cycles 
and shines in new and hidden ways 
not every night can be a harvest 
but hope of it ignites our days.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Can we diddle around with poetry while the Ukraine burns?

Standard Bearers

    Inspired by Chuck (I wanted to fix it in other words)
    The bear has unleashed her claws;
    do you face her down
    or blink,
    or pause?
    Can you weave your way to neutrality
    or will you face the storm
    throw back fury for fury?

    Do you toot on the trumpet or answer it?
    Are your martial words a prelude
    or sh!t?
    Can you stand behind one more Neville Chamberlain
    or stand at the bulwark
    with your resolve plain?

Friday, April 4, 2014

Yahoo Now Hates Poetry


Ghost-Post Town 

Settlers gone
fields fallow
the grass overgrown
roads are narrowed.
Sign is rusty 
population one 
the corn tastes nasty 
wanna get me some 
and throw it idiots who say
marketing plans like thus:
"Run the rail through Yahoo A,
it will help this place so much"