Friday, July 29, 2022

Morals are just suggestions

 





My moral self
loudly chastises my lustful self
for thinking about the waitress
and The introvert self
sits in the corner
drinking and plots his escape
there's a book
to be read or written
and its almost
eight o'clock




Sunday, July 24, 2022

Room for Rent

 




Every time I come home from work I wonder Why did I rent a room above a 

bar? Sure it was cheap and close to where I work and I thought it might help 

me meet some new people.


It did, Ive met two hookers, who time share the room next door, guy

 growing Mushrooms in his closet and a defrocked priest, writing a novel

 about Aliens in the Vatican.

On the bright side, I met a cute EMT reviving a heroin overdose in the 

stair well one morning.

Friday, July 15, 2022

Missing pieces

 In the Chemo Forest,

A stand of Saline trees,

drips the nectar of hope.



Dementia

Sometimes talking 
to my father,
was like visiting
an old farmhouse.
You know a lot of things
happened there,
but no one is left 
to tell the stories.





Sunday, July 10, 2022

YIN and Yang

 A good night's sleep

results in a new ache

in my old body.

But at least no flying Monkeys

Knawing on my flesh

in last night's dreams


Friday, July 8, 2022

Its the business of Politics

 








World leaders

with lizard eyes
Tell lies with smiles,
filling their pockets
with cash
and offering
fairy dust in return

Tuesday, July 5, 2022

ALONE

 There's a difference

between being lonely

and being alone.

If you can't spend time

alone with yourself,

why should anybody else?



Sunday, July 3, 2022

You can't look back

 

The Box of Forgotten Words
In my attic
there is a box
filled with bad poetry .
cliche heavy love poems
written only to get laid.
and unfinished stories.
stillborn or
never developed completely,
Like the experiments
on the island of Dr. Moreau
There are things in there
that must never get loose.
These things must remain
in the box of forgotten words







Suicide

Looking at the sunset
after hearing the news,
A light that burned so bright
amid the turmoil of the dark.
Never what she wanted to be,
or what she could have been
Finally free of the pain
of being simply mortal,
Proof that money
can't buy happiness.