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Clockwork

Time for sale, I'd love to buy, Time for sale, For a reasonable price, I'd wholeheartedly buy. The true value of a minute, The essence of time, This is not fully understood, Until there is a purpose, Until there is a goal. Hunting balance, Finding an equilibrium, An arduous task, Much needs to be accomplished, Some stand at the door. Loved ones are neglected, Family is deserted, Together but miles apart, Further and further they drift, Until strangers, they become.

Had you said YES

When I went down on my knee
And asked you my wife to be,
You said you wanted to think about it
Maybe just for a day you’ll sleep on it.

20 torturous years have passed since
Yet to my hopeful heart I couldn’t convince
That spurning me you went on to marry
A man of wealth, comfort and less worry.

You went ahead since and married twice,
Though passing years have made me wise
My foolish heart as always still pines for you--
But I wonder did you ever feel guilty or rue?

Whatever happened was for the best
Maybe fate had a game-plan or a test,

Last Two Months (Free Verse)

Dawn awakes bright city moonlit snooze
denizens asses black grain pepper clouds
afloat as dark cobalt skylines watch stockstill
Christmas edging closer in the icy cold snap
to shiver is the ultimate release for stoic kin

Kaleidoscope transition on sweet gum hue
orange,red, burgundy, vanishing foliage
adding splashes of colour to town verges
in a mock summer graceful baton pass
cherub-faced siblings sense pending glee

Box Office Smash (Footles)

Actor
factor

Actress
finesse

Icon
beckon

Stage fright
one’s plight

Playwright
quite right

Big star
goes far

Bit part
false start

Lead role
lifts soul

Star cast
so vast

Screen play
per say

Box smash
makes stash

Huge flop
might drop

Sitcom
Aplomb

Reruns
big guns

series
wearies

Fluffed lines
crowd whines

Encore
for more

Contract
intact

Wide screen
makes scene

Cartoon
at noon

Ghost flicks

Decision

2am decision
masturbate or pray
flesh versus spirit
maybe masturbation is the body's prayer
and prayer, the soul's masturbation
these questions of "sin" and "purity"
maybe within each act there's an honesty
a confession of need seeking fulfillment
one in the same
 

My Addiction

1. I’ve been tattooed for over 48 hours. Over 48 hours. For those hours nothing else exists, creating a masterpiece on flesh. The combination of a dentist’s office Mixed with tattoo ink. That smell is my home, Each visit brings memories back. I remember every line, Every shade of color the dull ache by the wrist hitting nerves That I can feel all the way up my arm To the sharp burn in the “pit” More or less likened to Setting fire to the skin With knives being scraped across. This is the necessary sacrifice You learn to live in the pain, Letting it wash over you Rather than fight it. Sink int

In the night

A velvet touch warmly glides caressing me as I lie nestled in a hollow formed a warm place I long to be a flame flickers soft glowing flame longing to grow to consume me empty longing wanting to be with warmth filled a hungry need from a distance a worried gaze fretful watching from far away wanting yet acting not fearing now to be replaced full of need to be filled taking what I might find in the night as I lie on velvet touch that I need

Loving my refurbished fifteen inch mid 2015 Macbook Pro

A lightning fast machine
purchased three days ago
now comfortably nestling with
said technological wonder,
where outside a cold wind howls
measuring windchill factor of five below
allowing, enabling and providing me
an opportunity to create virtual reality
issuing veritable deathblow

to any brave soul daring to weather
the onset of cold air masses
associated with atmospheric winds
nsync with planetary earthflow
spinning on axis
roughly 1,000 miles per hour
and whipping approximately
67,000 miles per hour
around nearest star.

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