I tire of being a wanderer, of petty inconsistency and introverted wiles, bickering and bleating in this bleak and vast apogee of mind. I wanted to be confident, full of vanity and fire —an actor on a stage— such eloquence, … Continue reading Consequential Rage. A poem.
You Lingered Just Long Enough To Make Me Think You Were The One Then You Were Gone And Your Absence Lingered On For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All … Continue reading Lingered. A poem.
I refuse to play the games you place before me …maybe just this once. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book … Continue reading Player. A haiku.
Scene: a small, Italian restaurant. Two newly-matched. Time set aside. Something right and something wrong. Laughter and humility. Understanding and empathy. Certainty and unreality. Scene, set and match. Let’s do this all again, shall we? For more of my poetry, … Continue reading Scene, Set and Match. A poem.
Inestimable And contrary The random thoughts And musings Of one On the other side Of the veil Cocksure and homespun And all designed To take Your breath away In a Single Random Heartbeat For more of my poetry, check out … Continue reading Random. A poem.
My guest, I guessed I knew you; I was wrong, as I often am, But fail to admit to. My guest, you came and went away, And left me wanting more, As I have and will, for days. My guest, … Continue reading Guessed. A poem.
The news just seems to scream at you Falling on deaf ears and blind eyes Distracted by The latest ongoing Hyper-reality TV Lifestyle show You watch as life Just passes you by For more of my poetry, check out Poetry … Continue reading Watcher. A poem.
You are as far from my thoughts as you aren’t Sequestered and dream-like, merely a ghost Wandering hallways that lie black and burnt My mind harks to you, once or twice at most Another fills this shady vacancy Whispering lonely … Continue reading Eternal Vacancy. A sonnet.
The prairie and the road calls, A waltz of remembrance Dancing along the asphalt, Like a tumbleweed made of last regrets. The stick shift clicks in place, The tension defining its existence mirrored on the driver’s face. Wheels spin and … Continue reading Driven. A poem.
A fleeting shape upon canvass A chiaroscuro background Running yet standing still Defying all expectations Of pointed rationality I will always run To and from Always Run For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and … Continue reading Run. A poem.
From one moment to the next, I am a transient in time; seeking eternal mystery, enigmatic and sublime. Mired and overblown is me, a windward sailor seeks beyond Creusa and Medea, his fabled Golden Fleece. So forgive me if I … Continue reading The Blind Sailor. A poem.
I never found a mountain I couldn’t climb, you see. Motivation was the biggest issue, Dragging at my footsteps like leaden weights, Pulling like some tug of war with Heracles, Straining to be free. When I made it to the … Continue reading Mountain Climber. A poem.
Audacious, the old me would have said, To fly so straight and true, Like an arrow knocked and loosed To sail into the air above the heads Of warring knights and daring do, To find it’s mark in the heart … Continue reading First Meet. A poem.
I walk through the dark, The sound of my feet echoing Through the empty streets. The dog stops and sniffs, A victim of instinct, circumstantial scents and sense. In the distance, The thump of a kick drum— Faster than my … Continue reading Footsteps Away. A poem.
The enfilade is over And bodies lie strewn Across the battlefield Like broken bottles Leaking last regrets You have cut me down Your machine gun wit And explosive rejoinders Creating a no man’s land Where I lie fractured. For more … Continue reading Enfilade. A poem.
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