Life
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Shoes; a pair fit in my hand Shoes sometimes bronzed for museum-reverence, dusty display on living room mantle Unfathomable they once thundered across hardwood floors in a symphonic cacophony of thumping, giggles, pure joy. Little shoes; toy-like. Worn soles, tattered seams, frayed laces a dingy gray Just a pair of shoes. Hers. Two little shoes Read more
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It is no longer a choice to run away, join the circus you need to speak to a recruiter, for screening so says their website French Foreign Legion not an option anymore; I possess none of the high-tech skills they are currently seeking Ironically, being an outcast is no longer a desirable, employable attribute Even carnies Read more
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Perched. Lurking. A homecoming overture to dance snidely rebuffed former friends wronged, promises not kept, purposely broken someone left behind Threats made in anger bitterness and betrayal; jealousy, envy Sitting, watching. Stoic yet tenuous, sinister yet benign, stone cold and weathering watching, waiting…for…? They are all here gargoyles on my soul Read more
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Life is an accordion the harder you squeeze, the more discordant the music Read more
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The ‘Beat Generation’ now needs a pacemaker; they can still Howl – but it’s mostly in discomfort Hippies now take a drag, teeter on artificial joints Peace, love, rock-and-roll? Viagra, naps, Metamucil Culture they unleashed now subjected to leash laws yet I admire their restraint in not pandering to regret Read more
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Grainy black-and-white squares of life framed in sometimes dated white; glossy paper mosaic tile dioramas snippets of life that have given way to phone-shot, high resolution videos that show all, tell virtually nothing You can’t sift through a file full of instant gratification videos, you can’t scroll through a pile of snapshots of folks in Read more
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Consider the common donut if you purchase one it comes with a hole you can purchase just the hole, but it is not a hole at all it is a ball; a doughy sphere made from a disc that once was where the hole is now, yet it was never truly a hole in its Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 