“A Cold Play on Words, Waiting for the Music to Start”

written September 29, 2005 Every time I have a Yellow thought The Clocks stop I swear I’m in a Spiderweb for sure This Y mess, with the X What the hell, damn this stress What would you have me be, God …a Scientist? The better to Fix You-but wait? I do not hesitate To tend,…

“Free”

written 1999 How many layers are you under, brother? If you cannot move then how will you plunder? You make me think of the man of TV Who speaks of fighting free wars for a fee And if the marksman plugs the holes We all get custard with our rolls

“The Clock Stopped”

written 1999 Misfits I know, burbling on an open day Misfits below, sipping their cares away Taken with targets and the one painted on me Selling their bullets and buying the breeze Madmen I’ve met, speaking of incoming flack Madmen offset, ready to defend with jinny sack Concerned with only saving the sugar supply Dripping on…

Felecia Never Stood a Chance

April 3, 2016  Sunday A discussion of my poem, “James Dean’s Harmonica” If I were sent these lines I’d have some questions, to determine they view of it.  The first question would be, of course, how literal to take it all. If the imagery was intended with all seriousness that would be a real tangle….

“Life–A Poem, About Possibilities”

written August 1996 Life is like a joyous ride That very few have really tried Life is like a sunrise in the early morn– As fresh as when the world was born. Life is like the height of mid-summer’s day– The kind of place you’d forever like to stay Life is like a bud of…

“The Day the Sun Went Out”

written December 20, 1996   “Is anybody out there?” I asked into the chilled night air. It could be assumed that I was doomed To die of feeling bored While inside my head roared. “Could we not do something?” I called out. “Like what?” replied the night with a pitiful pout. “How about a tale?”…

“Alone- A Poem”

written December 3, 1996      Hark–who is there? The night dark Your form I can’t see Though I feel you near Long I watch, But nothing stirs Hark–who is there? Come and show yourself So that I may be relieved. The stillness is unnerving Though I keep reassuring Myself that I am alone. Hark–…