“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…

“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–…

Pie #3

written February 1999, rewritten 2016 Weatherman Wayne, warning of the painted Danger heading for Harper’s Bay, Misses the mark and forgoes a refrain But Distant Mary she still waits inside As looking-glass people stroll the open day If you don’t go now you won’t see the bread band play Mock Turtle’s gone off to town…

Waiting in the Wings

written 1999, with a June 2016 shoeshine I bed down for the coming night Composed from things of childhood fright Tales from perverted Grimms, say hey! How many seconds til the distant day Remember how mother told you to pray Good girl sent on her golden way. Pirates are searching for souls like you Tear…

Falling Up

written 1999 Merry-go-trading, reality fading On my slipping senses raiding Picture a place spinning in circles Making kaleidoscopes of imagined perils Falling perception, a needed vacation, but there’s no fear Congratulations—you’re here My dear, you’re here

Pigs Make an Appearance

written 1999   Pigs are marching on the lawn Pigs stare with their eyes to the dawn Pigs in my attic and pigs through my hall Pigs wishing they could see the sun through the wall Pigs dance jigs and pigs wear wigs Pigs sell stock and horde fancy digs Pigs, what a crime they…

Green Fields, Part I

written 1999 Can there be green fields Or is it just a memory I miss the old green fields And how they would hide me To the right I peer A sandman and the sword he wields Three steps from my home, where I used to roam I could see from the window green fields…

Flashes of Brilliance

written 1999 We You and me Are more than the pieces that make us be Flee— To the nearest tree I see Get there fast and it’s free in every degree And that’s all