Is it ever safe for a man to confess love No much better for all for him to repress love A walk and a talk in the park and he’s banished Getting what he deserved some would say I guess love That voice, a Siren’s lure, he’s supposed to resist He’s strapped to the mastheadContinue reading “Ghazal of No Consequence”
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This is not a safe space Everything is left to chance I am in a wild place Doing a wild dance This is not a safe space I don’t know who to trust My pencil does not erase wear a hardhat if you must This is not a safe space There is too much toContinue reading “Safe Space”
Some like poetry Some love poetry I am living Poetry
When you see a tree think of me When I walk in the morning dew I think of you
I Am an Old Man
Old men can be pretty repulsive. What with wanting the world to be a certain way. Good thing we’re constantly reminded nobody cares what we think anyway.
Let’s Be Teenagers
Let’s be teenagers. Forget about the national debt. Let’s find a big hill and run up as fast as we can And roll down Yea we’ll be sore Do teenagers even do that anymore? Or are they too old. Lets laugh Let’s die laughing.
I HAVE NO JAMAICAN GANJA
I lied for the sake of the poem. I have no Jamaican ganja, no ganja at all. I have a med Mari card like a library card I never use. I thought I would sound cool. Maybe I would attract “young people.” I did it for art or vanity or a rhyme scheme. Label meContinue reading “I HAVE NO JAMAICAN GANJA”
THE GOOD STUFF
I don’t put the good stuff here I keep it from the light You are a tough crowd I am not looking for a fight I lock the good stuff in my locker Like johnny walker blue Or prized ganja from Jamaica Nobody gets it but me and you
I hear the wind Then my scream Then the siren Help comes But always too late I carry around this thing Looking for a box To put it.
The glue did not hold I found the words on the floor an incoherent metaphor I swept them up put them in the shredder threw the shards in the dumpster