Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Ahem

Some blabbers have convinced themselves there’s so much that they do
they can’t remember half of what they planned,
but talking isn’t quite the same as striving to pull through
a concept those of action understand.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Cropped

The disillusioned sheep
have woken from their sleep
their pastures aren’t as green
their wells don’t run as deep

deprived of those obscene
assaults on the machine
how rapidly their haughty airs
move closer to the mean

for nothing truly scares
contributors of tares
than finding they won’t get to keep
their undeserved shares.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Oxymoron

If only I could scribble verse
succinctly without seeming terse
adorning every strophe so
the image won’t disperse

and maybe satisfy a yen
of someone else who chuckles when
they read enough to know
I find escape within a pen.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Segue

The ghostly silhouettes of trees
accentuate the current clime,
so gaunt and lifeless in the breeze
devoid of leaves destroyed by rime
their bony limbs morosely mime

a tale of winter’s woeful span
when dreary dirges tend to loom
until the lively tune of Pan
accompanies the welcome boom
of thunder, calling buds to bloom.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Roundabout

A muse meant for me
can also (sometimes) manage to
amuse - meant for me
each nether nudge that filters through
propels my pen to plot anew
amusement for me.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Glimmer

Considering the vastness of an undetermined why
impatient to decipher hieroglyphics I espy
composed of glowing characters that captivate the eye.

It seems to be a message speaking urgently to me
but I can’t crack the code without some type of cosmic key
unless subconscious inklings can unlock the mystery.

This path of beaten stone conveys my often futile quest
to understand the knowledge that the heavens have expressed
so I can lay contentedly beneath the stars and rest.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Nuisance

Just cruising through the corridors
while everyone has kept
themselves aside, being courteous
but you are so inept
you blow right by, eyes unfocused
much too smug to brake
unmindful of the wreckage
that smolders in your wake.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Misguided

Although the shrines are shutting down
this land is not a godless place
we praise ourselves in temples made from clay,
oblivious to obvious decay,
convinced our grandeur nulls the need for grace
or temperance on which to hang a crown—
there’s no illogic reason can rebuke
when basing all belief upon a fluke.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Extinction

How much is your dénouement worth:
integrity, a cozy berth?
The forfeiture of reason blares
discordant strains, though no one cares
to dampen mandatory mirth
with facts a lowly fool prepares.

Hypocrisy resembles tar
for once you’re in you don’t go far
each move constrained by sticky goo
that constantly pulls down on you
until (despite how glib you are)
you’re in the pit, existence through.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Capitulation

I want a new job
devoid of all strife
or reasons to swab
I need a new life

I’m sick of the bills
that foster the mess
which thoroughly kills
my chance for success

so screw the whole world
whose problems are rife
the flag is unfurled
I need a new life.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Later

That gator’s on the loose again
but I won’t fuss and stomp
I’ll find a much more peaceful fen
to hell with this old swamp!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Downed

Forgive the abrasion
and bruises that shine
it’s just the persuasion
of sparkling wine,

I should be as bubbly
as this brimming glass
instead I want doubly
to blister your ass;

hung over tomorrow
I’m sure to abhor
that I’ve caused you sorrow
so hurry, pour more

to grant me some slumber
an hour or two
before I encumber
your future anew—

the vessel is hollow
it’s hard to decline
each deadening swallow
of sparkling wine.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Belch

When corporate clowns are loosed
and food is mass produced
indulgence is induced
while taste becomes reduced.

Monday, February 09, 2009

Dwelling

The plywood panes are testament
to how her final days were spent
withdrawn from all but her best friend
the spiteful spirit discontent;

but truthfully, did we extend
accepting arms, or did we send
the promise of discouragement
from rigid limbs too scarred to bend?

Each day the dwelling cries – REPENT!
and fuels this lachrymose lament
I fear will haunt me till the end—
the plywood panes are testament.

Sunday, February 08, 2009

Axis

Amidst a spiral swirl of stars we spin
obliquely round a minor yellow sun,
adrift among the cosmic eddies in
this vast expanse with which we all are one
while questioning the consequence of sin
and barely grasping how much we have spun,
for every body turns at its own rate—
eccentric cycles constitute our fate.

Saturday, February 07, 2009

Kicking Back

I grimaced at the feet of snow reclined in my deck chair
because I knew, by rights, that should be me relaxing there
but I won’t let a lack of rest deplete me to despair
for one swift punt propels the stuff careening through the air.

Friday, February 06, 2009

Finish

Some people label thoughts a poem
because they used a form
fastidiously fashioning the flanks
so perfectly it shines like chrome
and feels about as warm—
you can’t forge art by filling in the blanks.

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Straighten

Arithmetic is not a slant
though data skews where truth is scant;
perhaps our time would best be served
pursuing plots a bit less curved.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Submission

Another match another fall
another after hours brawl
the greatest strength that he can claim
is living with forgotten fame;
they used to cheer like maniacs
while imitating his attacks,
the stadiums would overflow
to watch him land that trademark blow.

But age comes on with no holds barred
to leave a body frail and scarred
as weak as bulbs that don’t illume
each moldy, dingy motel room
he’s flopped in after every fight
since his defeat that fated night
just like the one they’ll find him in
when he at last can’t shake the pin.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Dropout

These letters that you’ve sent
make me loathe the time I’ve spent
in a void of discontent,

each simple heartfelt line
invigorates my spine
to somehow make you mine

and your images inspire
me to wiggle through the wire
with the data of desire,

but words cannot break through
this reservoir of rue
that roils twixt us two

and we will never clinch
for love is tough to cinch
when broadband starts to pinch.

Monday, February 02, 2009

Luminosity

Like photons through a fractured pane
I suffer disarray
attempts at unity are vain
but still I shine away.

The darkness tries to dampen me
beneath its dim dismay
degrading my intensity
and still I shine away.

Sunday, February 01, 2009

Super

The warriors will take the field
their colors worn with pride—
behind a moving human shield
they’ll struggle to advance
a perfectly proportioned hide
beyond the stalwart stance
of a fierce defensive tide
and score enough to wield
the prize that proves they tried.