Tag Archives: art
We’re Gone;
Everything’s rapidly growing worse It is true in prose, it is true in verse We’ll all party until we finally drop Time will show us we’re not on top Let’s dance across the sands of time To discover that it is just quick-lime Or sink into the slime and the ooze It does not matter […]
Dialogue
I haven’t posted for a week, though I have material ready. I’ve started several pieces, but this is the first one I’ve completed in that same length of time. I’ve been troubled by a reply I believe was intended for me, in response to a satiric poem I wrote about Donald Trump. (I’ve included it […]
Old as Time, Fresh as Breath
For all our myths, our stories and legends No matter what they say, what we call them They are tales, or treks, quests or journeys Seeking wealth, wonder, magic, mysteries These are grand sagas of villains and heroes Life depends on death that depends on life Follow fortune miraculous, amazing, unique Discovering what we never […]
Here, Then Gone
Do we believe that the world will remain That it and we will always stay the same Our thoughts and actions we must retain No different than all who play the game Most agree our world is a different place Fire, water, ice, wind, life here, then gone No exception; we all run in the […]
No Guarantee
For my friend, Chris. He’ll know why. Blow it up or blow it down No point us hanging around We start again as a beginner If we lived as saint or sinner Still and all, it’s been before Not by us, so now our chore Some craven but some brave Dumb, brazen sum’s a grave […]
The Road Returns
Follow now, with me, the unfolding Macadam Through these dimmed, fly-specked windows Speeding from life, as if anyone gives a damn Keep our heads down no matter where it goes On this concrete ribbon vanishing into distance We hasten through the night, scant illumination Unlike water, we follow path of most resistance As we put […]
The Way Home
During earlier eras when detail truly counted Beauty embodied function, not merely form An age’s values in stone and metal recounted Not for all of society; but it defined the norm Still today, riches and power our fates decide Lead our dance, whether we know, care why Throw their hubris into the void, but they […]
Free Wi-Fi
Lingering daily in the coffee shop Anticipate using their rest room With the usual length of my stop I may ask them for a guest room That fellow stares at me a dagger I was here since it opened, no lie He must think I’m a coffee jagger Honestly, it’s only the free Wi-Fi
Late at Night
Sometimes I write late at night Sometimes I simply go to sleep Depends on if I’m feeling tight Or if I am feeling oh so deep Could it be I’m feeling deep abed Because I am oh so deeply tired Should I woo Morpheus instead Late at night, when I feel inspired
