No Guilt to Spare

Emptiness pulses

Through my soul.

I suffer silently.

Nothing done.

The past is gone.

I cannot change

With second thoughts.

I cannot rearrange

My poor intentions.

Only wish

I didn’t have to choose.

Sometimes the loss

Is too great to bear.

Sometimes the gift

Leaves no guilt to spare.



Dead leaves

Dead deeds

Echo in the moonlight


Counting the days

Til Christmas

Hope remains

Despite the stains

Past regrets

Nothing lets me forget

A second of peace

Lies lovely in my memory,

Glances at me in the mirror.

Have mercy

On my tortured mind,

The sound behind

Pierces my soul

I feel the grind

Of hell’s watchthings

Preying on what they find

At the bottom

Of the wishing well.

The smell of fear

Envelops my body.

Count the days…

Til Christmas.


Leaving topple twister bent cranked feel

Flatten belch tap drool mantle dictate tense

Crafts jugular flop steal crop kit deafening

Portion practice flew greater up frog stencil

Harsh quiz freeze pointed helper venture


Queen beep leap to charades cosmos leaf

Bow tie beep beep happy strings pull up

Your cloak find a puppy in your hands

Closer tantra olive greeting enamel snow

Trust boogie wolves climb hills dessert now

Turkey Mourning

Turkey stuff your face cry laugh mourn

Bond of family fun not really foundation

Fly above angels listening hear your sobs

They hold your hand sit with you waiting

Places memories flashbacks pain loss sigh


Jump tot location rely yelp require sock elf

Goose valorous valiant villain vouching for

Beer and bread and chips hats hello hells

Prevent pucker on lost leaving lounges win

Watch yeast yellow onto really must most


Christ mass is almost here.

I feel it in the ringaringring on the street

Give a Little this year if you can,

For today comes only once.

Don’t miss your chance

To be blessed when you give a little bit.

Santa’s asking,

But little Scotty is receiving

The love you give,

So don’t be stingy and don’t worry,

God will take care of

Both of you today

And the next day and the next.

So stretch your wallet a bit

And dig deep for what is God’s.

Only he deserves your generosity,

And he will spread it lavishly.


Same always after then in on top of train

Black tar asphalt concrete highways roads

Sidewalks stumbling falling laughing sobs

Drunk drank too much whiskey beer wine

I don’t like the current events around me


Tip lint built gross mile never warped onto

Cross cable cook kill maneuver ring staple

Suit manicure boss title kook look Bruce

Wookie reduction trousers crisper tabs up

Bullet bill sock still wheel wallop cruises