I WANT MY MONEY BACK Out seventy bucks for a steak at the track, It wasn’t a meal; it was barely a snack. Hey waiter, I want my money back. They sold me drugs to sandblast my plaque, Wound up…
Category: Poetry
LOVE SWITCH God saw a sea of red and parted it. I see red and say you started it, Then I throw punches Fast and in bunches. For every action, An amplified and opposite reaction, Faction versus faction For high…
THE SHOT PUTTER He stands in the circle, His right arm cradling the sixteen-pound iron ball under his chin. His left arm is bent and dangles above his head. He will take five breaths, deeply and steadily. He rhythmically taps…
WE’RE IN LOVE BUT WE DON’T KNOW IT We’re backseat drivers riding shotgun, Debating directions, never finding one. The trip’s been long, the road’s been rough, But there’s love in the tank and that’s enough. Though our styles are miles…
THE UNCONNECTED Forsaking my shiny lodestone For a dull and tiny flip phone, I eventually broke the spell, But cannot say that all is well. I write paper checks whenever I pay, And it’s driving most of my payees away…