My confidence comes and goes
like passing showers in Southern California.
Monthly Archives: March 2021
Aprils Fool
I wish I could have been
The air of reason
Forever calm
Before the storm
Instead of becoming
Those howling winds
Those howling winds
You knew before
But having been
Picked over plenty
Like a jukebox full
Of another’s score
And though I never
Sought to reign
Like Aprils Fool
I seem to pour
Begin Again!
Forgive me father
For I have sinned
Repented, and
Will sin again—
My son, dear Michael
Finnegan
3 Hail Mary’s
I’ll see you then.
Unanswerable Questions
The tourists stop, and stare.
“Mommy is this why we’re here?”
“Yes,” says mommy kindly,
“this my dear is why we’re here.”
Then, they calmly walk away.
Clowns
It never struck me as odd
how all the happy clowns
were so less fortunate
than the sad ones. They too
of course were sad at times
but wore the biggest smiles—
smiles the sad clowns smudged—
for good reason? Probably not.
No luck of clovers here
If a man’s to charge me now
I don’t think that I could move
Blinded by the sun
The insects stand aloof
Counting blades of grass
No luck of clovers here
Each day’s a hangman’s pity
Each night’s a cross to bear
In Our Time.
Remember— oh brothers and sisters
that we are the philosophers of our time.
Us haggard poets of principle and measure,
no matter the plight must rise.
Through tears of understanding
with honest eyes do I
accept thy pleasure’s burden—
to see within our time.
I’m Your Huckleberry
If you told me then
We’d now be coughing blood
You know Doc, I wouldn’t change a thing.
Lawnmower children
A gentle wind
Lawnmower children
Suburbia moans like a dying hound
His Revelation, Her Over-Time
With a white satin napkin
He wiped away his pride
That’s it my Lord, my Savior
What more have I to hide?
The pills induced his coma
His blood ran thin with wine
His revelation managed
By the nurse’s over-time
Words Of An Average White Male 