Eh? Mostly attempts of poetry. Looking back this was the form that probably started it all. Is it about me? Mostly it is about being human. About living life. Expression and communication. Something on some level we all seek. You really don’t want to know about me, as much as you would like to connect with and identify with another living soul. That in itself, to me, makes this page worthy of the words you find below.
A few feet from the tracks
Back on the wrong side?
Money doesn’t equal good
Rare but sometimes it doesn’t equal power
Almost 33 years
Tiny then, tiny now
Cheap then, cheap now
Nice ‘hood, too
My mind plays tricks
Like the clack of the tracks
Dodge a fist
Whack a rat
This ceiling has no crack over my head
To trace each night as I lie awake
And try to sleep
Here I won’t be alone on end
I keep it all in
Because it isn’t much
My bad is merely tinged with dust
I have heard the wails of a battered wife
Seep beneath the cracks in walls
And through the glass
Shattering the quiet night
A place loud both day and night
Now, this place so eerily quiet
I relive the past
When I See You Again
If I see you in public,
what should I say?
Hi, Hello, How are you,
or run the other way?
Our paths crossed
and you left your mark
Some marks are treasured
others can’t be erased.
Am I there yet,
where neither matters.
Has indifference taken place?
I see you again.
Ode to RC and Reese’s Cups
IF only those chocolate and peanut butter cups could hold the sugary liquid,
all would be right with my world.
Let the errors of my tongue
and the fumble of my feet be damned.
The pillow upon a blanketed bed to rest
is merely the top of these indulgences.
The strength and stamina to fuel another minute,
my lifeline of energy, hidden in a cupboard
and pushed behind the milk and the tea.
Touch not my sweet nectar of sanity.