In the wee hours
of the night
it comes together
or undone
perhaps when
you realize
there’s no place
left to run
Yesterday seems
a long time ago
tomorrow is just
a vague rumor
grown accustomed
to the heartache
like living with
a benign tumor
the moon is wearing
her resting bitch face
from her we’ll get
no sympathy
still we look up
and offer simple prayers
that somehow
she’ll set us free
what you thought
was your real struggle
is in fact your only fun
so you chuckle
and you whisper,
“come on, morning sun”

Other Stuff

It felt like something I’d already seen
decades ago on a black and white screen
it made me laugh the way I laughed then
the hardest I’d laughed in I don’t know when

It looked like a road I’d already traveled
at a time when the fabric of my life was unraveled
but I once got to the end, hope I get there again
without losing sight of all that I’ve been

It sounded like a song that I sang long ago
reminding me of things that I already know
remembering how it made me cry
and how it made me want to try
to get to the bottom of the reason why

I haven’t seen it all, but I’ve seen enough
all this stuff reminds me of some other stuff
I’m not saying that’s bad, but it isn’t that good
sometimes it keeps me from doing what I should

Just Barely

A silhouette in the misty shadows
calls to someone I used to be
who I am now intervened
self stepped on selfless’s neck
the heartless bastard
but going back or undoing
invalidates too much
and dodging one slippery slope
is not victory, just barely
a respite.
And shadows we used to hide in
potentially hold menace
so what has been lost or gained


When weariness comes rolling in
like fog off of the ocean
being lost sounds as good as being found
When the half-tone slide signifies the end
and you don’t think you can play it again
even though you’re not quite happy with the sound
When your head is throbbing
from your assault on the wall
but the wall doesn’t seem bothered at all
you might question the path that you chose
When your eyes will not engage
the words there on the page
but still won’t be persuaded to close
You may find rest in the darkness
everybody needs a break
it doesn’t mean you’ve surrendered
it’s just one way to ease the heartache
When time seems never ending
and you grow tired of pretending
try remembering what you’re looking for
When you wake up in the morning
don’t offer any warning
just go out and get a little more

Spot On

The hole in my sock
made a red spot on my toe
I don’t think it will be fatal
but you never know
We learn with age most anything
could be the lethal blow
spectacular or stupid
only God knows how we’ll go

Love of My Life

First daylight bleeds into the chill
stillness of our room, enfolding
the serene magnificence of your form
in repose, exposing the fragile beauty
of your features. You, like a National Park,
too lovely to disturb. Like a marauding
strip miner I risk all to kiss your brow,
to breathe the perfume of your hair.