Typing, Hacking, Thinking – Smokin’ Hot

Typing, hacking, thinking – Smokin’ hotTyping your best to empty all thought Pouring your soul into force upon the keysYour woman walks past with a dress above the knees Now you can’t think or type or stammer straightThe hell with with deadlines – this one’s gonna be late You pray to the spirits of procastrination

I Won’t Judge You

I won’t judge you for your past I don’t care how your body looks Inward – we all contain equal souls We can all absorb the beauty of books Go read! Fitzgerald, Kerouac, Twain Emerson, Rand, Tolstoy, Hemingway Thoreau, Dostoyevsky, Neruda, Yeats Great words are forever here to stay It is solely up to you To

Smelling Coffee Long Before

  Smelling coffee long before These tired eyes were ever meant to open Dreading wakin’ and meetin’ people No time like now, so here’s to hopin’ The day started & it’s past time to rise One foot out & eventually the other leg I’m going to need more of this magic juice I feel society

Now That I’m Old…

Now that I’m old, there’s no chance to be cool I’m that creepy lurker passing the delicates isle Finding myself lost in nebulous thought Youth dropping their eyes while I try to smile You can’t be friendly when you’re a certain age Somewhere along the line, I missed my cue Oblivious to the graffiti on

The Cool Breeze

The cool breeze under your dressHiking the hem well past your kneesHoping for the glories held withinKnowing you’ll tease me any way you please

Our Dreams Hold Us Hostage

Our dreams hold us hostageChained to our high idealsLost to our intemperate youthThe past reaches out & stealsTime lost to us; never againWhat’s forgotten can’t be regainedOur lives are our creationFigments we’ll never fully explain

Sitting At The Windowsill

Sitting at the windowsillFingers stained by my inkFace red & tranquilly humbledCold & tumbled; too frozen to thinkThe nights are dropping tempsI’ll need to do everything to keep warmThough I’m unwrapping each layerEagerly embracing your gracious formLife is a fine chance to love youTrading kisses as I adjust your weary crownTelling stories of our younger

Stayed Up All Night Trying To Write

  Stayed up all night trying to write I still can’t get you out of my head Sleep didn’t come easy this night Giving anything to only go to bed The clock ticks past two & three Knowing there’s nothing I’m going to find Off dreaming of nothing, where I want to be Another scotch

Green Mermaid Lady

Green mermaid ladyI’m still in love with youAlways been good to meMy affections are overdueDimly lit stages for hireWriting out these feelingsJittered & confused tonightStaggered & now kneelingInspiration to keep on goingConfidence in my finer wordsBlocked out memories pastForgetting what was heardKnow where you want to beSo I’ve come back to youCapitalism be damned!Pour me

Chasing Time Down A Rabbit’s Hole

Chasing time down a rabbit’s hole Knowing there’s no way to go on back Don’t look that way, it’s a mirage Ghosts aren’t known to be tracked But we seldom heed our own advice Reason vanished into our past decisions Demons try to cling, but they don’t exist For these antiquated memories are mere apparitions 

Cavernous Depression Falling Down Without Truth

Cavernous depression falling down without truth Wet streets refracting the bitter twilight of the moon Trenches & overcoats pulled tight to repel the world A need for answers that cannot wait past this noon Try to place everything perfectly into its correct box Finding out the little control we have while we’re here Knowing the

Knowing The Bottom Of The Depths

Knowing the bottom of the depthsUntold theories where passion liesEncased all in a delicate French laceThe truth that logic & gravity defies Earthbound creatures can’t be understoodIt’s simply not in our fallible DNAAttempted in conversational tonesBut we’ve lost connection anyway Trying to find a way back to the meaningReason doesn’t apply to moments like thisDisregard

Picking Out Tunes From A Lost Childhood

Picking out tunes from a lost childhood Icons from an isolated life; memories fleeting Can’t keep track of my overblown tragedies My own imagination responsible for these beatings My past is a weight, tugging at my fragile soul Written missives, but she flew off to Ontario Shunning my offerings for a comprehensive life I speak