Locked Behind The Chauffeur’s Key

Locked behind the chauffeur’s keyI know you love me, but can’t admitThoughts trampled itinerant wordsYou’re unfocused & ashamed by it I don’t have any sex that sellsThat’s not an option for guys like meThe car’s musty & you’ve lost the scent& you’re looking for a way to break free

I’m Rockin’ This Dad Bod

I’m rockin’ this dad bod & making it look good Unapologetically localized Home in Suburban neighborhoods I’m not trying to distract Any of the ladies living nearby I’m just trying to live my life I’m just your normal, boring guy I’m prematurely grumpy A hermit; writing down in the dungeon Devastatingly handsome, locked away Keep

By Day, You’re Out Fighting Wars

By day, you’re out fighting warsWherever politicians decide you need to roamDiplomacy by air, land & sea& the lucky ones get to return home But your training doesn’t include thisUnsure how exactly to be a regular guyBabies & tiaras & unicorns bebopping aroundHow to explain a child’s smile can make you cry   Image by

These Broken & Delayed Dreams

These broken & delayed dreamsElectric toothbrushes that constantly humA pocketful of change& girls with eyes so pretty it makes me dumb I’m not one to make a great sceneYet I’m your average middle-aged guyNot counted among the mundaneI couldn’t be normal, even if I tried So we’re all stuck in this spinning limboA world with

The Twinkling Of Stars At Night

The twinkling of stars at nightDispatched souls with nothing to loseOur lost matchbook fantasiesDwindling into aging suburban bluesNot fond of Covid nor the Spanish FluI’d rather have some Spanish FlyMix it in my cup, “yo baby, what’s up?”I’m still that awkward ass, abnormative guyFading time to time into darknessBut I try to emerge into the

If You Met Me In Person

If you met me in personYou’d think I was an uninteresting guyThat I had no personalityBut the truth is I can be painfully shyBut if you let my words speakI can flourish & blossom before your eyesThere might be something worthyIf only you can wait for the surprise

Just A Guy With A Pen

I’m not an artist, just a guy with a penUpon a lonely night, I started to writeI jotted down some rhymes for meTeen angst channeled into the lightI’ve never looked back to thinkI just keep writing over the decadesI don’t edit my feelings nor judge youPurely an attempt for the soul not to fade

You’re Holding Expectations

You’re holding expectationsNeeding me to be a better guyWishing I was more successfulHating my truth; you’d prefer a lieSo I wander within my own skinTo become what you want in a manEach day, I’m ever more the pirateSoon, they’re be no more Peter Pan

They Said You Were Crazy

They said you were crazy To fall for a guy like me That I wasn’t good enough Happy, you’d never be But every single day I’m working to be the best Focused on our shared life & I’ll let the Lord take the rest

I’m A Guy

Just because I’m a guy Doesn’t mean I have it made I’m not sipping Mai Tai’s Naked in the shade Burdened by responsibility With no time for hesitation Society & a Darwinistic slant Death by expectation