Standing In Line For A Morning Cup

Standing in line for a morning cupAfter a pot or two, I’ll be contentBut you’re holding up progressYour specialty is causing me to resentMy anger is slow to riseBut the barista is soaking in your beautyThe rest of us are dying of fatigue & thirstAll the while methinks you’re a bit too snooty

Let The People Think

    Let the people thinkLet them act for their own goodTo choose their livesWhat’s best for their neighborhoodStop your agenda of hateStop this aim of shameMost have never wronged anyoneThis is real life, not a political gameTake your proclamations& shove them in your fancy toteGo back to from where you came& don’t tell us

I Can’t Speak To You With An Unbuttoned Blouse

I can’t speak to you with an unbuttoned blouseI can’t stop dreaming about what might beMy eyes drift as I’m quiet as a mouseI can’t help but objectify all that I seeI’m trying to be your gentleman callerMy purpose was to be on an even levelBut you have me squirming a little tallerFalling for you

Coffee’s The Right Temperature

Coffee’s the right temperature A casual moment in my nook Perusing over my copious notes That one day need to be a book Not for my sake or the world’s But these characters yearn to be free They’re tapping upon my mind My course to sanity & their right to be

Smelling Like A French Hooker

Smelling like a French hookerI guess an old sailor should knowA not so subtle eye rollNeeding a bit more get up & goThe coffee remains too hotBut I really wanna take a sipI close my eyes as he drivesA smile in remembrance of her hips Image by Pierluigi D’Amelio from Pixabay

I See The Eastern Rise

  I see the Eastern riseLadies seem to like my charmI wink at the one with cute eyesBut I’m swinging from the yardarmThe officers didn’t feel the sameThey wanted me keelhauledThinking this would end my shameBut pirates survive & they remain appalled

Counting All My Cufflinks

Counting all my cufflinks You tied my perfect tie Another night by the bay Lost within the foggy sky Seeming to float as you walk Affection rose by a mere kiss Evening air cool upon your soul Never knew we could be like bliss Your dress flailing behind Setting down an opaque trail Everything a

I’m Drinking Scalding Coffee

I’m drinking scalding coffee To shake me from these dreams I’m taking the hottest shower The burn revives from the steam This warmth spreads deeper yet Cohering to my restless bones After another cup of darkness Maybe then I won’t feel so alone

Hearing The Horns Blow

  Hearing the horns blowWords formulating up frontThe notes mean moreWhen the tone is bluntI scratch out a songFinding life between lettersI’d quit while I’m aheadIf I knew any better  

Sometimes I’m An Awkward Lover

Sometimes I’m an awkward loverI try to slap your ass & pull your hairBut I don’t always have confidenceBut I’m doing my very best down thereBut I can promise you one thing, dearI will love you and only you forevermoreI may be a gentleman at public eventsBut I’ll be your pirate behind locked doors

Look What The Tide Brought In

Look what the tide brought inFloating back in the summer seaStanding forthright upon the shoreEscaped, though equally freeOur lives governed by moralityNo matter the direction of the daysFinding solitude a noble questAmidst the breeze, the palms sway

I Wish To Feel Her Heart

I wish to feel her heartTo feel every loving beatShe makes me smileEver since we first did meetI wish to touch her heartFor it always gives me hopeA silly grin creases my faceWith my prolonged grope Image by Tino Ehrhardt from Pixabay 

How To Live My Life

  Stop telling meHow to live my lifeYour organic kale yogaWon’t end this strifeI’m 3 dimensionalNot an internet meme pandaYour trendy solutionsAre merely hipster propaganda *This is an older poem. It has nothing to do with the image, but clearly an excuse to display one of my favorite memes. Please don’t twist my words or

Brokenhearted On A Monday Afternoon

Brokenhearted on a Monday afternoonMourning the loss of a piece of my heartThe giant, jerk dog was always thereThis can’t be the end; merely the startI never got a chance to truly say goodbyeFor I never believed you’d be goneThat you’d bounce back, like you always didBut always isn’t now & I can’t move onI

Kristoff

No poem today. I’m going to take the day to grieve for Kristoff. I’ll be back tomorrow.

Telling Stories After Dark

Telling stories after darkOccasionally with Tom Waits in the leadFantastical little allegoriesBringing a light to those souls in need No need to whisper in the shadowsLuminous words to prepare the wayRemoving barriers to our enlightenmentWitticisms fleshed out & on display Short tales to get creative juices flowingHarking back to dreams that we might meetSubtle differences

Tom Waits – Pasties & A G-String

Keep A Passing Eye On Fortune

  Keep a passing eye on fortuneElevated from a closing remarkCutting eyes in a curious directionDistracted by life on a lark

A Dreamer Of Hope In This Jaded World

A dreamer of hope in this jaded world The cutting edge of a disinherited brigade Avant-garde though we’re quite tame Collecting ideas, though dusty, will never fade Manifest destiny is a crippling crutch A mere novelty for a spoilt rich kid Mankind doesn’t deserve such trumpery & these militant spirits can never be hid Be

The Way It Sounds

I like how it sounds To have something laced Even though it’s killing me

Perfect Tags & Titles

Perfect tags & titlesSimple little namesFitting nicely into a boxYou should be ashamedHow long did we fightFor the people to be freeYou fold under pressureNot the way it’s supposed to be

I’m Not Your Reluctant Hero

  I’m not your reluctant heroI’m nothing along those linesDon’t think so highly of a foolWith your lips crumbling into your winePlease don’t raise me up to be muchI’m not what you see with your eyesA figment of an imagination’s dreamI’m lost within these warm Florida skies

It’s not a perfect system

      It’s not a perfect systemBut it’s the best one we’ve gotI’m not a card carrying memberAll criminals, the whole lotWe’re in need of a great leaderThe only ones running are crooksOne of these fools will be PresidentBut I’d rather elect Captain Hook

The Subtle Perfection

  The subtle perfectionOf being proven wrongPreconceived notionsYou once held so strong

Sitting Above The Town

Sitting above the town Talking low in the neon’s glow Discussing romance & bathtub gin We’re no experts, save what the shadows know Rejecting chemical imbalance theories Sunshine blocked out by the billboards Late afternoon excursions to avoid reality A gentle touch to escape the heinous hordes But the truth cannot be forever skirted Some

The Infinity Of Love

The infinity of loveThe entirety of a single breathOdd footnotes to a shapely eveningAfter kissing the feet of Sister MaryBethThe important ones are those you forgotDistant notes too unbelievable to rememberBut there’s a gravity to these infatuationsStill wearing Fair Isle, though it no longer DecemberOur dreams aren’t always tangible by birthEffort & perseverance required, but

Fancy Dresses & Heels

  I’ve bought you fancy dresses & heelsThose diamonds – symbols I’ll always careI love to see pearls upon your décolletageBut still – a smile is my favorite thing you wear

Have We Forgotten That We’re A Rebellious People

Have we forgotten that we’re a rebellious people Cashing checks under a drifter’s pseudonym But together, we race across time, surviving Embracing the unity of singing outlawed hymns Lately, crying about a falsified history Disillusioned, disappointed, disingenuous I have no faith in movements and isms They’re tinged with the superfluous I believe in honor &

Sitting Here Dissenting All Forms Of Gov’t

Sitting here dissenting all forms of gov’t Looking for answers in these coffee grounds Uncovering more & more hatred, with less hope These political ovations do nothing but compound Society has gone astray, Jesus take the wheel We’re all being watched by a perched black bird Incoherent shrieks & mumbles of “Nevermore” Universities stacked with

You Didn’t Sell Out, You Bought In

You didn’t sell out, you bought inAt least that’s what you regurgitateBut you, yourself, are a cog in the machineGrinding out this state sponsored hateYou speak of crying in the streetsHeartbroken your flavor of evil didn’t winBut it’s a system of corruption throughoutWith each career politician speaking the sinWhere did all our heroes & leaders

Blowing In The Wind