talk

half of what I say ends up
strewn across the floor,
making me feel like my life's fading into denial.

exhausted by the other half of what I have to say,
I feel dismayed, can not relate, can not be late,
with deciding and then a…

C R A S H !!!

marred by the violence
that befalls the delicate flower,
through battering, howling winds,
the coldness of the late hour.

She still finds time to give me shelter
but I deny I ever needed it, so I lie
and make it known that I’ve insulted her.

I manage a futile smile
and grow weary from the miles
traveled each day to share half of what I say.

is it the half that's strewn about?
or the half that tires me so?
I dont know, you tell me…

I carry on...

jagged soul

look at yourself in the mirror,
you'll find a piece of my jagged soul.

it might scare at first,
but you're over it soon enough.

it does surprise though, my soul in disarray,
not know what to say, on a rainy day as we run through the streets
of New York town, praying for the sun to peek through a cloud curtain.

though your promises are neat stacks
of beer cans I throw rocks at each time you look away,
look into my eyes and assure me that my mind's not playing tricks.

that you love me though the cuts and bruises
my jagged soul leaves behind wear on your precious heart.

ramble

bound to a tree trunk, I always get loose.
talk out of the right side of my mouth,
turn blue when I do.

the resurrected always bug me
'cause they're 'round here times two.

It's one more than I'm allowed
and I'm not amused.

garden of words

aging poet
in the garden of words,
in the worse way, praying for a prelude.

words to fill his paper, where are they?
his pencil so small, he like a giant
looks around and doodles about, doodles about...

where, when, where
how ... HOW does it all turn out?
how was it done the last time and the
time before that? all lost, but for the
triumph at the poem's finished line.

huff, puff...blown from the garden
and into a world of slang bang, thank you, ma'am
takes a silhouette and dances into
a complete sentence with a BIG EXCLAMATION POINT,

then rides off into the sunset
on the back of a buck wild adjective.

love is gone

I toss and turn at night I thought, in fear
to dream you'd taken off and ran from here.

but your love's already gone;
I toss and turn to find what'll bring back your love.

walk

And I walked through the city streets
for hours and learned that I was all alone.
Tired of the same old song at home and the same
old dance at work. Tired of the mundane tasks
that begin each day and end each night
with a broken heart and a tattered mind.

And I tried to make sense of it all,
to remember when the panic set in,
but I couldn't. It seemed to always be
there between the smiles and the tears
and the laughter and screams.

And I kept walking till my feet were raw
and the blood seeped through my socks
and into my shoes and I looked up
to the heavens and said...

Ray-ku

through a frosty window pane/
came to my senses/bitter, rejected.