She Wore A Smart Suit

She wore a smart suitSetting her apart from the restShe was a fine specimenAltered from her years out West The tailor created perfectionIt loved her feminine curveThe details you won’t missFeeling beauty in your structured nerves Those blonde curls, nice & tightNoticing underthings peeking throughRegaining my composure in timeDon’t want my excitement to be misconstruedContinue reading “She Wore A Smart Suit”

A Fine Suited Man With Terrible Inklings

A fine suited man with terrible inklings Hands on her shoulders; easy to confide Pouring drinks & erasing her sadness Falling by the wayside with time & tide Beauty is merely a natural configuration Each button gone, an uncontrollable urge His intentions told with a silent tongue Embraced & now they lovingly merge

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 societyContinue reading “Smelling Coffee Long Before”

Blue Skies Are Returning

Blue skies are returningWe’re running headlong into SpringShake out all these Winter cobwebsLet the sunshine wake my soul to sing The flowers are returning to the earthSeasons change and its turning warmLet’s smile as we head outsideTime to stretch out your glorious form Your dress looks lovely upon your skinAlas, its time to remove someContinue reading “Blue Skies Are Returning”

Rubbing Their Fingers Over The Stereo Knob

Rubbing their fingers over the stereo knobThe frequencies distorted on the airwavesKings of the new world & thus apocalypticSearching for something more pragmatic to crave These technocrats with no concept of realityTasking – without offering an alternate fateDemanding citizens for homages to be digitalWith no power to control – or else we attenuate Words ofContinue reading “Rubbing Their Fingers Over The Stereo Knob”

A Study In Inexact Notions

A study in inexact notionsDifferences upon the prospective sceneOur unruly burdens confound usNothing to save us when life turns mean Yet we can never let apathy rule the dayIn these times, we must be all the more awareKnowing truth can be unpopularYet compassion is the way to genuinely care

Flaming Sauerkraut Stud Muffin

Flaming sauerkraut stud muffinA condensed version of radial gloryKnowing full well where life beginsThe translucent strands of our storyCalculating Parisian jazz statisticsVeiled through the rummy, filtered grimeDistance equals an unfettered stumpWhen satisfaction measured in Lycra & timeLogbooks; surmounting the tepid scheduleAll aboard the mourning run of the downtown trainSunrise catching your weary eyesEarly summer rainContinue reading “Flaming Sauerkraut Stud Muffin”

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

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 theContinue reading “The Twinkling Of Stars At Night”

The Weird Specifics Of A Dream

The weird specifics of a dreamThe foundering theories of the sunrisePossibilities for an endless dawnDispelled traits when we finally open our eyesThese are our prosperous timesWhen we find the inspiration to achieveMinutes into hours of falling sandBut once we wake, can you still believe

Finding The Sunshine

Finding the sunshineFeeling the glorious heatRemembering the timeOur lonely lips did meetSaving me from despairA slow march to the seaLoosening of our tonguesAnother chance to be freeGetting our bodies outsideA good stretch in open airI love your everything, butYou’re best when you’re bare

Battered Old Blank Pages

Battered old blank pagesWaiting to be smeared by inkDisheveled by passing timeOften fraught with more than we thinkCrisp white canvas no longerAbsorbing life as a passerbySo pause before you typeA silent witness to these lies

I Can’t Swim That Far

I can’t swim that farNo use for a sailor like meFloating with the jetsamWithout the pomp or jubileeThis grey cell rockingOn each & every waveAt the whim of natureI pray for Jesus to saveA daily grind in hellNo time for witty quipsThis a mere life raftFor the Devil’s Flagship

Faded Perceptions Of Underlying Joy

Faded perceptions of underlying joyTime weathers away what is trueHard residue of the glittering spoilsReturning everything back to youThe sun bleaches your most preciousSalt-laden & resolving to remainChipped & authentically realBeauty seldom exists without pain

Attempting To Maintain Where Imperfections Shunned

  Attempting to maintain where imperfections shunned Marching toward time with the burden of flaws Waking to find age has not been kind Slowly decaying according to physics and natural laws Mortality; a stark reminder of life Leaving me kneeling with a heart full of hymns My soul rejecting this modern existence Yet, no matterContinue reading “Attempting To Maintain Where Imperfections Shunned”

I’m Pounding These Keys

I’m pounding these keysTrying to create a landmarkSomething to last through timeA rhyme to set off a sudden sparkI’m vain in ways I won’t admitA schedule of words upon the pageFormulas/equations for me to disconnectMemories for after I’ve withered into age

The World Is Full Of Villains & Misguided Souls

The world is full of villains & misguided soulsTrying to drag us down to where they forever dwellThey take advantage & find ways to get elected on liesSummoning their teams of bureaucrats to send us to hellThey have money, power & zero regard for the truthYou’d have to be deaf, dumb & blind to notContinue reading “The World Is Full Of Villains & Misguided Souls”

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

Feeling A Great Need To Create

Feeling a great need to create This is a crazy world today When will we ever thrive when We don’t remember what we say Hidden slowly in your dreams Reality hinders our solutions Time tocks against us now Feeling abstract absolution

Sheep In Wolves’ Clothing

    Sheep in wolves’ clothing Alone in the natural spirals A delicate peace teetering In a time when hate’s gone viral A profound wilderness With the Shepherd long forsaken Truth & reason at risk With Faith’s foundations shaken Does compassion still exist Love faltering/dreams now monochrome The Devil removing his mask Once he’s comfortablyContinue reading “Sheep In Wolves’ Clothing”

These Notebooks Drip With Inspiration

These notebooks drip with inspiration Thoughts of passion in so many words Raw relations developed from a focused mind You want more, but you used to call me a nerd Back in school, you were the height of popularity I still remember how your indifference stung Time does wonders in both directions Beauty fades evenContinue reading “These Notebooks Drip With Inspiration”

Aviation Exhaust & Diesel Fumes

Aviation exhaust & diesel fumesHands, face & soul; covered in grimeExpectations placed firmlyI’ll relax when we have the timeWandering this lonely vesselBefore passageway lights go redSlowly searching these oceansWhen I’d rather be with you instead

I Saw The Sparkle In Your Eyes

I saw the sparkle in your eyesKnowing you the way I doI hurried to put the girls in bedDesiring quality time with youLosing my shirt on my wayGrowing excited with only thoughtTonight I’m about to be your preyI’m trying to easily get caught

Riding The Cooler Winds Back East

  Riding the cooler winds back east Someday my simple dreams will prevail Spent too many nights frozen & cold Once again lost, I know he’s on my trail Speak to me, for I’ll know if you tell the truth Look at me, so I’ll know we’ll make it through This soul damaged in theseContinue reading “Riding The Cooler Winds Back East”

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 &Continue reading “Have We Forgotten That We’re A Rebellious People”

Quietly Returning Home

Quietly returning home Feels like it has been a lifetime Hard to recognize this place Without all the peripheral grime You stagger & greet me Spilling your swill on the floor I’m confused by your glee I was never good enough before You tell me your interests But I can’t really give a damn NoContinue reading “Quietly Returning Home”

Broken Umbrellas & Sturdy Desks

Broken umbrellas & sturdy desksMaking no distinctions for the loss of timeSketching out all the possible plotsWillful heartache remains the worst kind of crimePut away your stencils & fountain pensThese days call for someone to be original & boldToss aside oaken casks of yesteryear’s notionThis world isn’t ready for those who shattered their own moldTeaContinue reading “Broken Umbrellas & Sturdy Desks”

The Clouds Descend Upon Us

The clouds descend upon usStress compounding at this time of yearGetting darker as the days buildWaxing upon the fruition of fear This world is a bloody hellA disaster proven before the ink driesScorn for a distant foundationFutility in which all hope slowly dies The darkness returnsLooking for a story to wryly beginMiscommunications falter& I wadeContinue reading “The Clouds Descend Upon Us”

My Love Rests Beyond The Ocean

My love rests beyond the ocean Beyond the miles I can’t control The one I need to return to The one whom is intertwined with my soul Marking stitches upon the globe I’m stuck on faraway shores Missing the girl who makes my heart smile Knowing I don’t want to travel anymore The world holdsContinue reading “My Love Rests Beyond The Ocean”

The Wind Howling At Midnight

  The wind howling at midnightBroken windows – open to the outside airExposed to the communal by-passerHer soul had fallen into disrepairFatigue & listless emotions manifestingImmune to careless complimentsTime to pause & regroup her focusHappiness born from common sense

Floating Amongst The Blue

Floating amongst the blueMy bones drying in the heatI’m still thinking about youRelaxation, such a novel treatLife cherished in these daysNot the change you wanted to seeTime ignored in many waysI am sorry, for I am still only me

I’m Doing My Best

  I’m doing my best, can’t you seeAmidst the horrors of our modern dayThe ghost stories rising in the mindThe times when you’re in your own wayYou grab at your head in painThe frustration of structured expectationPressures of their unintended demandsPrompting proclamations of demarcation

Collecting Fragments Of Free Thought

Collecting fragments of free thought The missing pieces of a discarded word Unknown & forgotten loves in innerspace Unfortunately time reduces us by a third Intellectuals hunkered down – protecting wisdom Throwing bones, sharpening knives & wit Critical theories to counteract  The cultural elite reminding me I ain’t shit But I continue down my solitaryContinue reading “Collecting Fragments Of Free Thought”

Floating Through The World

Floating through the world Soaking up life like a sponge Trying hard to wipe away pain To rid yourself of this grunge Each night another debacle Colorful dusk marking time set Building your wall before alarm Shredded by demons not yet met

Perfection Laid Out On Satin Sheets

Perfection laid out on satin sheets Beauty dripping away piece by piece Every dream slipped right through Life & loss masked by laughing creases He said you were everything he desired Burning deep in his soul, but you refused Moving too fast to stop & notice him Yet you cry foul, saying you were abusedContinue reading “Perfection Laid Out On Satin Sheets”

Drinking Black Coffee Out Of Delta Cups

Drinking black coffee out of Delta cupsThe cheap seats listening to Empire BurlesqueMixed metaphors crawling in the nightStill pondering why a raven is like a writing desk Dislodged tea parties & cries of NevermoreThe world swiftly swirling all around meReducing myself into my wordsHiding now within punctuation & necessity Unsure of our place in timeTriangulationsContinue reading “Drinking Black Coffee Out Of Delta Cups”

A Cup Of Coffee Sounds Mighty Nice

A cup of coffee sounds mighty nice Talking away hours in the sun Warmth after this long cold winter Experiences overall count as one Coming times to start all over No need to hesitate or soften your walk Forced feelings fall a little short Take time & measure when you talk A friend is aContinue reading “A Cup Of Coffee Sounds Mighty Nice”

Disturbed Themes & Distant Thrombosis

Disturbed themes & distant thrombosisA hitch in your giddy-up when it’s time for teaTranscendental visitationsFrom dreams may come answers to our makeshift reality Pouring over the brackish tomes with devotionGentlemen & ladies of letters; luminaries of thoughtBut truth doesn’t cure our limited capacitiesBare harbingers of the illiterations we’ve wrought We’ve taken ill in our posh-markedContinue reading “Disturbed Themes & Distant Thrombosis”

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

Midnight’s A Fine Time To Take The Jacksonville Train

    Midnight’s a fine time to take the Jacksonville train Rolling double boxcars to decide our fate Gotta get back to my lover’s bedside ‘cause women like that don’t hardly wait Been dreaming of her since the days of steam Finely dressed woman with incalculable sense I’m lagging behind schedules & timetables Hindered byContinue reading “Midnight’s A Fine Time To Take The Jacksonville Train”

Can We Puncture Our Transcendent Eyes

  Can we puncture our transcendent eyes Feeling fantasies no one can understand Trapped behind responsibility & expectation Failing to grasp foundations as we planned The difference in our souls transmit Expounded by the beatings of our hearts Revolutions begin when the cerebral are tired But their might will never sever our parts You cannotContinue reading “Can We Puncture Our Transcendent Eyes”

We’re Doing Our Best

  We’re doing our best Within the grime of the trenches Unfathomable hours away Never enough; turn those wrenches What about those left at home Toiling away within lonely hours Waiting at the foot of the bed Their hearts slowly turing dour But we’ll find a way Surely an answer will come soon Then we’llContinue reading “We’re Doing Our Best”

This Is It; This Is Real Life

This is it; this is real life There’s never going to be more Unless you ascend into Heaven Knockin’ on the Lord’s pearly door This is the time to be compassionate Now is when you’re supposed to be alive Nothing else worth waiting to begin Through love is the only way to truly thrive

Lewis Carroll

  “The time has come, my little friends, to talk of other things Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings And why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings Calloo, Callay, come run away / With the cabbages and kings” – The Walrus  

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

The John Wayne Type

I admit I’m not the John Wayne type I’m not one who wants to fight Though, I’m not afraid of confrontations I’d just love rather love my woman by candlelight I’m a sensitive soul I’ve been called needy, immature & worse I just want the time to write of my emotions Creating a universe intoContinue reading “The John Wayne Type”

Flipping Through Magazines

Flipping through magazines Trying to find my darling girl She’s been gone awhile now She left to see the world She’ll be coming home soon & we can end this silly game My God, I love her so But she doesn’t know my name