Minus One

Rising soon to meet your maker,
Running from the soulless taker,
You breathe hard, then stare into
The bloodshot eyes of a putrid faker.

Are you the same one, the great kingmaker?
Will you set me free or will you take her?
What is to be my ultimate end?
To rearrange, or to stand and face it?

Time will tell, but I don’t have time.
Time will heal, but not this wound.
The emptiness threatens to drowned me.
How will I survive this trial?

Maybe someone will come along.
Soon, I hope, to save my life.
Maybe things will turn out better,
But I won’t hold my breath for that.

Is there a future without pain?
Is there another special person
Waiting for me to come along?
I tease myself when I hope.

It’s time to meet reality.



Happy go freaky funhouse
Ringling Rambos reality-checking
Resides in realms too dark
To compromise about.

Sappy soft silk slippers
Soaked in dark chocolate syrup.
Send the lieutenant to training school,
I say. That’s the ticket!

So many strong resemblances
Of rowdy rejects raping villagers
While smiling ear-to-ear!
Shoot them all, I say!

Run them through,
Step on their heads,
Castrate the devils!
Throw them to the lions!

So what else is new?
Such seeking repairs
From the juggling pairs!
I like pears to eat!

So many bears sinking through hairs
Around the walls of sticky sorts.
Tangled teasers stinking around
Stay sworn to loyalty to go.

So do you run to and fro
When they call your name?
I run anyway,
Whether or not they call my name.

It’s all the same, really.
Swords slit the throats of sordid angels
And bugs converge on them.
And what is left? Filth!

Four quiet koala bears hopping along
In sleeping bags, wondering who
Will fight off the flu,
And who will say no to you.

Quivering stapler heads converge on queer rearranged ruckuses, still
Same strong realized rancor
Rudely roundhouses the real thing.

Stop taping my arm up, crackerjack joe!
Triumphing times over today,
So many simple sounds
Available for reckoning.

Know What I Mean?

Leaping into the thing
That makes me want to sing
About the things on a string,
So happy, so silly.

So how do you say that
In Spanish?
You don’t.
You just sit there and smile

At all the people walking by,
What this world is coming to,
And where does it all end?

Have you ever asked a question,
Only to think of the answer
As you finish the question?
That happens to me sometimes.

So, what did you do
When they told you
That they were through
With being confused?

I don’t know,
But it all seems related
Know what I mean?

A Smile for a Smile?

Hello you,
How ya doin’?
I am fine,
But now I’ll whine.

When I am lying in bed
In the dark,
I think of ways

To make my mark,
But then I realize
There are so many reasons
To despise

Things I say and do.
Do you
Ever wonder
About your blunders?

I am
When I see the face
Of a person

When they look at me
Looking at them
And then look
The other way.

Am I repulsive
To them?
Not that I blame
The ones who do,

But wouldn’t it be nice
To receive a smile
In return
For a smile?

Is that
Too much to ask?

Home on a Workday

A good day.
Home with my wife.
Gave the dog a bath,
Then gave my wife one.

Crazy things
That enter your life
Along with surgery!
Took 80 photos of my kitten,

Charlie, as he lounged
In my lap, then on the bed,
Then on a bunched up bathrobe
On the floor in the bathroom.

Funny ways we find
To pass the time:
Did some grocery shopping,
Got gas for the car,

Picked up lunch
At a sub shop,
Said hello to someone from work
Who was at the grocery store

In the middle of the afternoon
On a Friday,
“Casual Friday”.
Going into work

Ah, the beauty
Of flex-time!
It’s a wonderful thing.


Scary Times

Close the door
To future pain.
Close the curtain
To heartbreak.

Hoping for the best,
Trying not to worry.
God is in control,
Not me.

Sometimes that scares me,
But if it was up to me,
It would be worse.

I don’t have the power
To keep a heart beating.
I can’t make her lungs
Keep breathing air.

And the doctor
Can only do so much.
It is really
Up to God.

Let it be
As according to his word.
His will be done,
Not mine.

Happy Go Lucky

Bright and cheery
Is your attitude,
As you walk into the room.

Playful and carefree,
You sing, hum or whistle.
Your voice is a breath of fresh air.

Talking away to our pets,
You treat them with love and respect,
As they deserve.

Giving Chief a hug,
Or Tandy a rubbing,
Or Stella a kiss,

You spread love around,
Your touch is magic.

Always willing
To take a few minutes
For some extra loving.

This house would be very quiet
Without you.
Let’s hope that day never comes.