Friday, January 8, 2016

tuskaloosa

You are
The elephant
In all my rooms; and all
The others can't replace the friend
I lost

Sunday, July 26, 2015

loss

The losses mount
Ripping away
Shards of my soul

The void lingers
Scars cover wounds
Pain souvenirs

Is this life?
Losing fragments
Until none remain

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

the end of something

One
Dinner out
Wings and drinks

Two
Nights before
Knot is tied

Three
Old friends
Recall life's yesterdays

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

definition

Baseball:
America's
Pastime? More like a way
To pass the time until football
Roll Tide

Monday, April 27, 2015

weakness

Tepid hands tremble
Heart pounds in head
Eyes glazed over
Refuse every tear

Faucet turned on
Noise needed
Weakness revealed
My deepest fear

Mirror cracked
Still reflects
Glaring, ashamed
I cannot cope

Fingers clench
Muscles tighten
A single prick
In place of hope


(07/18/07)

Sunday, April 26, 2015

muse

The wilted countenance
The single tear
The last I ever
Brushed away

Letters in a drawer
Pictures in a box
But those in the heart
Fail to fade

The hollow rooms
The silent spaces
I once craved
Now serve to haunt

Pen to paper
I try to write
But the ink
Has all run out

My muse
Has gone


(02/21/07)

Saturday, April 25, 2015

flush twice


Ol' Thomas Crapper
In his own mind, dashing and dapper
He fancied how the women would flock
When he bragged, "I invented the ballcock."

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I wonder if Thomas Crapper
Ever experienced a leaky flapper
Did he always light a candle
Or leave the seat up like a vandal