Unfinished Poet
The unfinished poet never learned to cross his tees. One never knew if they were ells or was it meant to tease. Sometimes subbed stars for vowels or used periods as names. His sentences only … Read more
The unfinished poet never learned to cross his tees. One never knew if they were ells or was it meant to tease. Sometimes subbed stars for vowels or used periods as names. His sentences only … Read more
I’m spending all my coin on protein drinks. If you haven’t got your energy, for sure this hard life stinks. You gotta get up early and then make your scheduled rounds. Feed the cat, walk … Read more
I had them Day After Funeral Blues. Dressed up in cold black shoes. Dark in the whitened apse. Stretching a long time lapse. She was and now she’s ashes. We had our times and bashes. … Read more
Lies, cries the CultPopNet’s new news nose, The Knews Knows. Standing with his ego and a firehose, shooting out wet prisms and some rainbows. While around him bruised waves circle, seeking optimum ways the world flows. … Read more
The rainbow bridge has melted in its wake. The overwhelmed face more than they can take. The clown car’s screaming downhill with no brake. There is no sense of what is real or fake. The multiplicities … Read more
Our circus is bedeviled by old age. An elephant fell dead while up on stage. The dancing bears all have a limp. A poor kid got slapped by our chimp. Our giraffe’s cut back to … Read more
Send the rich to space. It’s their kind of place. No vile madding crowd. No critics allowed. Billionaires in flight, passing in the night. Screw the earth and taxes. They’re the new cash axis. Those … Read more
Low sodium and sugar free. The two important facts for me. No candies, cookies, cake, ice cream. I’m stuck in a starvation dream. No Mars, no Mounds, no Almond Joy. Three Musketeers have lost this … Read more
My heart is like an engine that just runs on stolen gas. Doc says the result’s from years of eating like an ass. I’ve quit the drink and cut way back on both sugar and salt. Cuts … Read more
This wouldn’t have to happen if we raked our forest floors. Now the Oregon/Cal border’s only good for cooking smores. Fire waves and furnace heat are bouts of climate change. It ‘s irony but adds a … Read more
(Note from the author’s son: Below is a snippet from one of our email exchanges in June 2021. I felt compelled to share this mention of a title for a poem.) Weight down to 179 … Read more
Another long sword’s been unsheathed against the darts of reason. Again, we’ve wept. Once more we’ve grieved. It comes round every season. When power rules with sharpened tools, there’ll always be some clashing. The constant … Read more
The world is at a standstill. There is no such thing as time. Every inch into the modern world’s considered blatant crime. On the fulcrum of extinction, we are balanced on a peak. It may all … Read more
I’ve been booked for a holiday in hell, whose soundtrack is a constant ringing bell. Each meal, exactly same, and sleep, a losing game. If there’s an escape route, no one will tell. The personnel … Read more
Bent conundrums plague those who abhor all broken lines. Some think that the smallest curves deserve the biggest fines. Run it off the page and you could spend your life in jail. Straightness is the … Read more
The medical bounty hunters are closing in on me. I insist there’s nothing wrong, but they say that can’t be. A man is made of sicknesses, there’s no such thing as well. They’ll keep me … Read more
Death will find me friendless and alone, chewing on my conscience like a bone. Those I tossed aside will wave to me, all together, from a boat at sea. While the dead ignore me, underground, … Read more
Oh, the work force down in Labor Town went off to seek their fortune. In mills and stills and mining hills, the summer sun was scorchin.’ When hope ran dry, they turned their eye back toward … Read more
AI has brought you back into our dream. We’ll kiss your robot face until you scream. It’s the only thing of measure to resemble former pleasure. It takes a village, or, in this case, team. … Read more
We used to believe in The Clash. But now we accumulate trash. It seems life turned into a bummer when we lost our punk god, Joe Strummer. Their first album changed the seventies musical diet. “London’s … Read more