Chico’s Mom

Chico

Dedicated to a Friend

You used to be a real good friend until the fall began. When the eighth came, the friendship came to an end. We were good pals in grade school. I thought I knew you well. I didn’t know you at all. You said you were a friend., that would be forever true. But when theContinue reading “Dedicated to a Friend”

A Picture

I did extend into the world a gesture, a picture into my world. An attempt to meet what the world would send me. For nothing was I looking. For nothing was I hoping. You could sat it was an attempt to spice up- an otherwise dull existence. People did I meet. People did I greet.Continue reading “A Picture”

Death

Have you ever wondered what death will be like? I think most of us do. When I was in high school, we had to read William Cullen Bryant. The end of this poem forever changed the way I few death. “So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves ToContinue reading “Death”

Prospective

Have you ever wondered what others think about you? Today, I’m wondering this. If you look at me, my right ear is crimson. Frequently, I rub my ear and scalp. My work environment is very subdued. There’s very little noise or wild gesturing. I know my behavior is suspicious. Does she have head/body lice, earContinue reading “Prospective”

What the Stank?

Sleep is a welcomed friend. I need it so. My mood. My body. My spirit it mends. Images flood my mind. I toss to and fro. I wake with my eyes pouring water. My nose is on fire. My throat is tight. It feels like hot solder. I am drowning in the mire. Breathe, breathe,Continue reading “What the Stank?”

The Snake and The Rabbit

‘Through darkness fallsand moonlight tears.Fear, the force that steers,Weeping webs of pain and sorrowShall not bare the morrow.” I’m working on a piece of fan fiction. This small poem is from that work.

Ships

All of our lives, we hear sayings. Some we understand. Other soar over our heads. Their meanings lost in the clouds. I have heard the phrase “two ships passing in the night” many times during my life. I’m sure I will hear it many more. This is the first time in my life I canContinue reading “Ships”

Unaccustomed

Unaccustomed to loves whisper Naked memories of silence This woman’s heart was lost Found by a lovers desire Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s. Not a published book.

Getting it wrong

Yesterday, as I’m leaving work; I can hear loud incoherent words. At this point, I’m not sure where they are coming from. As I get closer to my car; a man comes into view. He is walking down the sidewalk. He is mumbling as loudly as he can. Then he screams “SUGAR”; and it’s backContinue reading “Getting it wrong”