Life Isn’t So Perfect

Life isn’t so perfect We’ll all get bumps & bruises Nightmares will find a way But the path is the one she chooses Victims are merely lame footnotes She’s the heroine of her own script Casting off their burdens/ flipping the bird “Fuck off, society” she blatantly quipped Image by engin akyurt from Pixabay

Red Lipstick & A Tight Ponytail

  Red lipstick & a tight ponytail The pretty piano player; a punk rockette The domestic goddess with a need to be clean Living on the edge of the cosmopolitain set Hoarding her guilty pleasures fiercely The moral ambiguity is a stubborn crutch Ignoring nature’s perfectly placed laws But she’ll only accept the light’s soft

There’s So Much Talk Of Being Wild

There’s so much talk of being wild Like there’s a constant harness holding us back But its just an illusion for others to see You’re choosing to embrace all that you lack These false pretenses are keeping you low Images of a manicured life on your social media feed Spending your days adjusting other’s perceptions

Meandering Down An Etched Path

Meandering down an etched pathWith vines & foliage on all sidesThe overgrowth keeps secrets locked& provides the perfect place to hide I know where I always wish to beA forgotten realm; a place no one thinks to lookReality, hatred & cruelty forever expungedI’m safe here – alone in nature – me & a book

Touched By The Whim Of God

Touched by the whim of God Revolutions in the unlikeliest of places Tasting the perfect tilt to her hips My benign lunacy comes in traces Diluted measurements by midmorning With inconvenient virtues & unholy glee Bringing small obsessions in my mind When the local widows invite me for tea Entering only after a courteous introduction

You Think You Need

  You think you need Everything polished and packaged Nary a wisp nor a stray note to linger Jealousy breeds contempt Searching for digital praise But perfection is a myth A trick played upon us by lesser Devils

I’m Just Trying To Live My Life

  I’m just trying to live my life Extending some gratitude along the way Showing the people how I can love For we never know when it’ll be our last day I don’t always wake up with a smile But it’s always easier if I somehow do Grabbing black coffee & my woman’s ass Together

The Warmth Of The First Coast Has Returned

The warmth of the First Coast has returned But the ocean haze is beating out the sunshine Sitting on the boardwalk, cold drink in my hand My love reading me the pages of ‘Dandelion Wine’ Summer hasn’t arrived with its full force In the breeze, the air cool, yet warm for March Sideways glances, thinking

You Don’t Know Me

  You don’t know me But I sail for you Hoping that the wind Will once again be true Your eyes so lovely A perfect match Though forgive me Hiding behind the eyepatch

Empty Wine Bottles Clink; Devoid Of All Inspiration

Empty wine bottles clink; devoid of all inspiration But that’s not the way you remembered they bled Choosing the perfect wording for posterity A trembling shadow of what the poets once said We once set out to create a fresh universe But that’s not the way I can any longer think Falling in love with

Life Isn’t As Perfect As We Make It Seem

Life isn’t as perfect as we make it seemIt gets a little messy outside our dreamsBut newly rise in the early morning hoursSex sweat/coffee fueled; ready for a showerTime to live – life isn’t somethin’ you can stream

Saddle Up To The Counter

Saddle up to the counter Anxiety requiring a shot or two Feeling warmth of liquid bliss Slowly beginning to feel like you Tension of these recent events But knowing he’s always on your side Methodically flirting for good measure You’re aglow; his fair-haired bride Hand in hand to go dance in the rain Never letting

Unplugging From The Mainframe

Unplugging from the mainframeRemaining forever off the gridDon’t need their connectionsDon’t know if we ever truly did The final tragic hero of a modern cultureThe soul survivor of a discarded revolutionHistories & experience outside the normDreams of freedom with divine attribution Dealing with the conceits of perfectionThe concepts of loneliness & betrayalThis world isn’t what

I’m Not A Perfect Dream

I’m not a perfect dreamBut I’m not a perfect messI’m somewhere in betweenBut I’m probably a little lessI’m out here trying my bestUsually in darkness before the dayI find at times I just need a hug& for her to tell me I’ll be okay

Maybe Those Were The Days

   Maybe those were the daysI wasn’t so perfect, structured or neatRebelling against all humanityCouldn’t tell the difference in defeatA crooked line to followA wrinkled brow upon the figureheadOur dreams fractured when appliedLost within reality’s pragmatism instead

I Saw Her Through The Glittering Sun

I saw her through the glittering sunPerched high upon the lifeguard standPerfectly sculpted under bright skyKnees weak, tripping in the soft sandThe gulls echoing a distant cryDreams of love & what could beThe salt air marinating upon our skinI’ve lost my heart here upon the sea

Dancing Socialites & Reformed Ladies

  Dancing socialites & reformed ladies Choices of the malevolently absurd Not really what you figured to be Those weren’t the chances you heard Life tries to knock us all off The rugged seem tenacious & alive Tapping toes with your perfect partner Where do we step when we want to survive

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

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

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

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

I Liked Her Summer Dress

  I liked her Summer dressA muse’s vulnerability in a pileShe spoke in perfect verseBut I loved best her smile

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

Remember The Old Ways

Remember the old ways Scribbling out passionate jots Secret notes to my beloved Sharing all my lucid thoughts Remember feelings of yesteryear & how we were perfectly aligned Don’t lose who we used to be Through time – love remains undefined

I’m Not Anywhere Near Perfect

I’m not anywhere near perfect Contrary to your fictitious notions Examining me through a skewed lens Though I’ve been cleansed by the ocean I’m not what you think you want Flawed in all the wrong places Underlining fragility & a fractured soul But you’re still focused on the pretty faces I can’t explain all the

Falling In Love Every Morning

  Falling in love every morning Reminders of the Lord’s perfect grace A partner in this shared existence Let me look upon your slumbering face Slipping from the warmth of our bed To chronicle the inspiration found in the night Regeneration of unbridled passion Earnestly dedicating these words that I now write

I’m Not Feeling Strong These Days

  I’m not feeling strong these days With my soul in traction Weakness seems to manifest itself Sustaining a chain reaction I’m not feeling invincible anymore With my heart on the gallows block Life can crush your spirit While we’re busy serving the clock I’m not feeling perfect, quite honestly But I know there’s toughness

This Is A Game We Can’t Lose

This is a game we can’t lose & I’m very good at taking cues A reflexive wink or a low moan Demanding a perfection we hone Bliss comes in any position we choose

Edgar Allan Poe

“I have no faith in human perfectibility. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active – not more happy – nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.” ― Edgar Allan Poe

Day Baseball

There are few things better in this life than day baseball.

Jodi Picoult

“You don’t love someone because they’re perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they’re not.” ― Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper

Perfectly Lined Rows Of Trees

Perfectly lined rows of trees Our escape from the mundane Shaking away tilted visions Of a ghostly morning train Remembering her latent beauty No place for such fickle motions Return to living your current life Set gently against the Atlantic Ocean