Sincerely Speaking

Whatever is the point

I’ll be on the edge

Sincerity’s an ashtray

A speech impediment

The View

It’s senseless to sense this

phase from May to June.

These fences stand defenseless

like guards on duty do.

In truth there are no changes

or phases of the moon,

it’s just a formed perspective,

outsiders share the view.

6+2 is 8

I won’t be getting better

Though I’ll play it like I do

You know I’m not that clever

Or else then I’d be you—

A quick laugh

I’m good as a quick laugh

Sharp and direct

Needless to say the least

There’s no reason to react

Salt

Whenever it feels

I’ve nothing left,

I’ve always got a little.

And a pocket full of salt—

This Wilde Charade

The romantic in me

Wants to kick the charade

And love you less like Shakespeare—

But it’s this Portrait

Of Dorian Gray that’s damned me Wilde

I don’t dare

Oddballs

We were so full of dread

Neglect and forlorn

That it made us invincible

And Oddballs to others

belly of the beast

I’m a writer at my worst

Never at my best

In the belly of the beast

I’m boiled like the rest.

Tomorrow’s Shadow

So now all we get is tomorrow.

While yesterday’s dreams unravel.

Ticking like a clock are we

ever able to grasp the moment?

Present in ourselves,

though hardly in another.

Tomorrow’s but a shadow

hurrying to catch up.

Rolodex

I’ve got this Rolodex emotion

Whose contacts intertwine

Like a bramble of commotion

When I’ve dropped another line