The eclipse behind my mind blots out the sun in imperfect ink droplets, radiating malignant rays of pain. The acrid smell of stale beer mixes with the bitter tang of discarded cigarette butts - a sumptuous bouquet of regret. I want to die, or just lie in bed until the crimson sun bursts from the … Continue reading Endless Morning Sun
Seems summer turned on, An old cat purrs to spite me, I sweat to just groan.
The youth brightly smiled,Their well-worn yellow sunhatSpoke of many adventures. For you, I'll endureThe weight of all winter's snow,And the wilting summer's heat.
Four decades have passed,Through storm, fire, disease, and drought,The maple revived. Shady reflections,Passing atop tall grass seas,A moment's reprieve. The buzzing of bees,And the rustle of petals,Make me long for home. Distant music plays,Voices call from the long past,Summer has begun. An old cat lies down,Languid eyes close for some sleep,Just another day.
I took a sip of hemlock today, So that I might die a philosopher, Imparting upon the world wisdom, Or, the very least, a pithy remark, But as the dark shroud fell over me, No terrible truths fell from my pale lips, Just the vacuous sigh, "Oh, I see," As oblivion stole my breathe away.
"In youth we had the time but lacked the money for our toys,Now we've money and toys, but no time for the boys!"So it has become necessary, like old fogeys all,To play golf, once a month, and lose too many balls. Allen is the sensible one, married and with two kids,His balls land where he … Continue reading Golf with the Boys
Empty cardboard box,Home once to a trifle thing,Now claimed by my cat.
I thought she'd slam the door on me, but she hurdled over the couch, sheer panic on her sweat-sheened face. I whipped around and drove my shoulder into the door, forcing it against the horror on our heels. "What does it want!?" Just on the other side of the door, we heard it coo: "U-nye-loo-lay-doo?" … Continue reading Fear, Utterly Reviled By Years
So comes the hour of fateful doom, Our entrance into the writer's tomb, Rich in literary heirlooms, "Behold!" says I to the schoolroom, Which responds with a silent gloom, No student yet knows how to use Zoom.
He flicked his cigarette into the desert and began to light another one with the practiced motion of a salaryman. His assistant was pissing on the cracked earth beside Highway 50 because he insisted on drinking four energy drinks for breakfast. A scraggly kitten approached, meowing. The salaryman frowned, uneasy. Two men and a kitten … Continue reading Somewhere in Nevada