Poetry · Writing

seeing double:

every step is a step forward

forward not always straight

straight enough with a slight angle

angle that will dwell on for days

days we can’t get back

back of the line we’ve been here for hours

hours i’ve been counting

counting on someone to throw me a bone

bone that no one will throw me

me exhausted on my third drink

drink to the bottom feels full

full enough to try again

again

Poetry · Writing

champion

pick ya feet up

not a three legged pup

i watched you sprint up and down the street

screaming from a stop sign you don’t know defeat

now limping around

on the stand is a crown

lyin’ around

now you got your feet up

stay up you are ’bouta blow up

don’t move; this is your close up

hit it with concrete

keep your receipt

you’re on the hot seat;

goodbye-

Poetry · Writing

bacchus

i believe it’s meant to be

when the rain swept away

the nine on the night of wine

left all on the right wing

so i sink

swept away on the nine

i remember the wine

in boxes- floating

sent away with a sticker in rain

meant to be

swept in the rain

sinking

on the night of wine

Poetry · Writing

board game

i can’t answer

i missed that day

or

wasn’t invited

locked out of a room

i thought i had a key to

locks changed

password changed

but everyone swears it’s all the same

just pieces on a board game

saying sorry you missed all the clues

lost in a twister a ride for uno

they say to risk it all

but the monopoly you have

on the ships of battle

leaves my ticket to ride

lost.

Poetry · Writing

stars and bars

you’re the baddest bitch

and you know it

everyone can see it

and this is the sales pitch;

stop playing.

i can see the practice

in the batters cage

straight to lights on centers stage

just to distract us;

i’m staying.

this world is yours

a seat for me in the front

my favorite scene i do my own stunts

above the stars and bars;

you’re slaying.

 

Poetry · Writing

two person show;

i love talking to you;

somedays it is a ball of laughter

snowballing down an avalanche sized memory.

the next will be at each others throat

the next time we see each other

be at each others throat.

the next will be asleep in each others arms

loving and dining taking turns

learning and performing

for the days to come

Poetry · Writing

rocks and stars

i wonder why you wait;

on hands and knees

for the rocks to shift into stars

once the star has fallen, it’ll never glow

rise, it might shine for a day

roll around in the mud

but return.

oh baby you’re the star everyone wants

but no one can be

glowing steadily

wishing for a god

to bring your star back

she’ll listen

but not even she

can bring back what has fallen