I remember this

  You’ll know if this makes sense to you: “And it starts, sometime around midnight. Or at least that’s when you lose yourself for a minute or two. As you stand, under the bar lights. And the band plays some song about forgetting yourself for a while. And the piano’s this melancholy soundtrack to her smile. And that white dress she’s wearing you haven’t seen her for a while. “But you know, that she’s watching. She’s laughing, she’s turning. She’s... Read More

Rosary of thought unread aloud

It’s a rosary of thought, it’s over and over, and it runs through my head from bead to bead. It doesn’t matter. Like a fight with myself.  You know, eventually, I’m going to win.  So I wait for the victory. I close my eyes and wait for the victory to come at last. It DOESN’T matter, doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter. I pretend it doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter. Cuz it doesn’t,... Read More

True Colors

Would that the man on the moon were a lonely fellow, perhaps reclining against the slope of some great crater, he might say that he had more insight under the print of his thumb than all of the Earthling  extrospection gleamed from upon the snowy vantage of Everest.  Perhaps he fingers the collapsing edges of the first human manprint in the silty soil or sweeps away the gunmetal baby powder from the brassy words, “For All Mankind.”  Laborious cleaning of the... Read More

You All Everybody

I’m in the middle of watching a marathon of Lost episodes from Season 1 through 6 and I’m finding that even though I never really liked Charlie, the washed up heroin-addicted rock star, before, I particularly don’t like him now that I’ve just seen Get Him To The Greek’s character of Aldous Snow played by the hilarious Russel Brand.  Both are British, both play the same kind of character, but Aldous actually has some wisdom and intelligence behind... Read More

Perspective

This is a poem I wrote about how inspired to write I feel whenever I’m out running at night.  Usually I think of a lot of things to write, but then I start to forget everything as fatigue sets in. Quick, run inside The words will hide Cuz’ words don’t fear Tip of the spear The dream’s not real Dreamers don’t feel So run tonight And see the flight Of angels high Above the sky Calm wings do glide And match my stride Look down with hope Look down... Read More

Plump Berries

First I saw the cherry. Then I saw the long dark sweet ink trickling entangled down her creamy curves. Should I spoil her freshly fallen field of pale snow? Would I ever recover from sinfully sampling her unsophisticated sensuality? A hellfire might await me after such a kiss, or a preacher’s bliss. Such fires could flavor life forever. Melted in my controversy, embroiled in the fueled fury of indecision, unbroken in my desire, I take to the skies surely seeing soaring... Read More