Knock the Cover Off

Awake on a win, asleep on defeat, the competition always raged elsewhere. Inside, naught but grey matter, ideas splash and spatter. Yet nothing ever mattered anywhere. To nod off midst a rally, from mountains, all … Read more

Health Care

My Medicaid has been phased out, and I will die, without a doubt. Republicans have just rung my death knell. Obama Care did give me hope, but now I’m looking at the rope. Red senators, … Read more

Somewhere in Kansas

Dorothy’s hallucinating again. The telltale stare. The bulkhead stair. Playing the game, rolls a six, then boxcars, sixty-six. 666. The Oz number. Twister on the near horizon and she’s outside for the dog, a heroine … Read more

Riding With Jayne

Willie Mays days are here again. I traded my uncle the right to life for his extensive stencil collection. Now my art career can begin in earnest. First sign, "No Borgnines," writ large above the … Read more

Dump

Hazardous waste has piled up to my waist. It’s just a simple taste of worldwide doom. It seems our end is based on on-line cut and paste, and now we all are faced with satan’s … Read more

Father’s Day

Happy Fathers’ Day. The hours melt away. Only two more left to sell these cards. Door to door we’ll go, knocking, don’t you know, selling reminiscence and its shards. And it’s Daddy, Daddy-Oh. How I … Read more

To An Athlete Growing Old

His fingertips are raisins in a certain light, like fingerprints that just survived a twelve-round fight. His knuckles often swell and sometimes they will ache. And if he tried to throw a curve, it wouldn’t … Read more

Hollow Victory

It’s a hard shard to swallow. It’s a scarred card to follow. It’s a lumbering craft dragged out to sea. We were just getting started. The sand itself departed. Wave after endless wave and tree … Read more

Power Cord

Grab this dark cloud now and wring it out. Its tears will be the moneyed mead of oil. So, shut the lights off, mama, for, no doubt, you’re gonna have some acid in your soil. … Read more

Rocky Road

He’s got a fistful of fight but his hands are so small that to battle makes not one shred of sense at all. He emerges bloodied from every dust up. He howls like a wolf … Read more

One Last Long Shot

My gambling addiction is passed off as fiction, but it does cause friction with the wife. I bet on the horses at many race courses and I am remorseless; it’s my life. I’ve borrowed some … Read more

Big Sale at Spirit World

Six weeks ago I bought a gross of ghosts. I thought they’d make tremendous party hosts. I didn’t realize they’re unionized. Before the sale I should have been apprised. They’ll only show up for approved … Read more