A large portion of
poetry is spam.
But I don’t eat that stuff,
at least not until I get to see Hawaii
then who knows?
I hear, fried with an egg, it’s good.
When in Rome, you know;
when in Rome.
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another night
At the end of the day
I am nothing but
sweat and fat
and bad breath
and poems
strewn out among sage
and corkscrew, lighter, and coffee mug
wine and love for it all
all the things that I have carried
and still carry till this day
another night
another light
twinkling in the Friday night hysteria
of weekend fun
unseen.
a beautiful life.
At the end of this life
if you can say
I did some things
I really, really enjoyed
and helped some people
along the way
all the while
laboring loves labyrinth
then that
I’d say
is a beautiful life.
Dancing with the Devil
Dancing with the Devil
I coax his fire
whispering he tells me
I’m a no good liar
stepping on his toe
once than the another
throwing up his hands
as if time has expired
Go says the Devil
be gone come the morn
for I have no use
for you anymore
just promise me this
you’ll never return
fool me thrice said the Devil
and it’s there you shall burn
All right said I
understanding his plight
for giving me up
and back to the night
for even the Devil
must do what is right
as do I now crawling
back to the light.
forgive me father for I have sinned
Everything is quiet now
in the middle of the day
where misery has settled down
like bricks on my chest lay
and although I can’t make a sound
my voice has gone astray
I will not settle underground
tomorrow I shall wake
to soft sounds of the morning
like loved ones I have lost
reminders that my mourning
is not in vain but just
and in the shadows of my mind
to where I now so lay
forgive me father for I have sinned
relieve me of this day.
stand with love.
If you stand for a cause,
stand with it.
Don’t claim it as your own.
Be present.
Be aware.
But most of all
be selfless in the eyes of hate.
And when you stand,
stand with love.
July 4th 2019
July 4th 2019
in a room
with the morning
by my bedside
waking to the light
of emptiness,
looking
west.
it comes when it does
it comes in the night
in the morning while waking
it comes with a fright
sometimes without thinking
turns on like a light
or out somewhere drinking
when it does
it soothes with delight.
it comes after noon
in Ubers and cars
it comes now in June
in twilight and bars
I sit with the moon
and contemplate stars
when it does
I’m nearer than far.
it comes in the mourning
and pages of books
it comes without warning
in passerby who
look quiet and boring
it comes quite aloof
when it does, I’m
up on the roof.
it can not be forced
like lovers divorced
it does what it does
with little remorse
it comes like the wind
a powerful force
when it does
I can’t quite explain.
reading in the dark.
I can turn it on
I can turn it off
a flick of a switch
or one more thought?
For better or worse
no light is wasted
if someone, somewhere
is reading in the dark.
Phases of the moon
The sun is up again
as if to say,
I told you so dummy!
It is I, not the moon
whom shines its rays.
And wouldn’t you know
the moon stood still,
I’ll tell you a secret,
he said. We work best
together, my phases and all
are just too much for her
sometimes. So I’ve settled
for shadow puppets. Look!
Our love it is there,
on the dark side.
Words Of An Average White Male 