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.
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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.
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
The Patient’s Mind
The doctor lost his patience
One too many times
They would wander like school children
Through the cornfield of his mind
In their single filed silence
Was no ordinary line
Because the doctor and his patients
Walked for miles in simpler times
Stories and Mythos
It’s not exactly the man
that makes for an interesting talk.
But the stories of the man.
And the mythos of the man,
which more often times than not,
are much wiser than the man—
Leaving out his failure
to remind him what he lost.
The Tides of Mankind
There is a certain understanding
In the misunderstanding of mankind.
And it’s this misunderstanding
that propels us forward, like a ship
of titanic proportions does not idle
but cuts through waves, and flows
with The Tides of Mankind.
Untitled for Ariel & Jack
Oh, how the light
Always manages
To see through
The dark.
Pigeon-Holed in Maybe
My insignificance is remarkable.
Perhaps another day maybe,
and this all won’t seem so absurd.
Words Of An Average White Male 