November 29, 2017

The words are flowing
Like beer from the tap
Of a dingy bar
Both lead to
An empty heart
And an empty head
At least one
Doesn’t hurt
The liver.



November 27, 2017

The Grand stands roared
As the Gladiator stopped
Took his final
Labored breath
And succumbed to the poison
Of stardom.

(Fairy) Tale

November 23, 2017

Drop dead gorgeous.
Or just drop dead.
Never sleeping.
In her own bed.
Did she have one?
Who really knows.
That’s the path.
This story goes.

Glum night

November 21, 2017

The dark shade of midnight
A purple, grey and blue.
Strokes haphazardly
Across the white canvas
Of a winter afternoon.
Illuminated in darkness
And shrouded in light.
The ghastly scene
Certain to fright.
A wisp of cloud
To finish the look
A dark sad painting
Not to be mistook

Losing sight

November 20, 2017

Twenty days
No words.
Thirty days
No words.
Forty days
No words.

Time Change

November 14, 2017

The quartermaster yelled
Why aren’t you asleep
Waking the hall
Now he’ll really freak!
Everyone anxious
To lay down to rest
But with the screaming
They can only do their best.
Night ends fast
When clocks have come back
It’s a funny feeling
Right out of wack.


November 10, 2017

Days go by
And I forget
Every little
Thing I promised
To do
Yet I still feel
Like I am contributing
To this whirlwind
Of a life