Check Out My Crib

featured in the poetry forum September 17, 2018  :: 0 comments

I don’t know
any more
than an infant…
I too, cry
through carefully-
constructed words
so that I can be held
by the attention
of others
and intellectually
coddled and cuddled
with constructive
criticism or better yet
the suckle of warm
milky praise
just because I don’t
wear diapers
or suck my thumb
doesn’t mean I am
all that evolved
or that the Rubik’s cube
of my dilemma
has been absorbed
and absolved
in fact I am still
trying to lose
my baby fat
and am still
getting weaned
off my teens
and have to stop
teething on the midlife
midwife of midnight
who sings me lullabies
getting me ready
for her very last
goodnight kiss

editors note:

It’s all wail and wiggle from womb to tomb. – mh clay

Simply Said

featured in the poetry forum July 19, 2018  :: 0 comments

I don’t know how I do it
I am able to walk and talk
and see Jane run
while also chewing gum
and then I hum
the national anthem
to the heartbeat
of my own drum
you know the one…
that keeps me
above ground
yet still under
the wonder
of the sun…
I am that guy
with his dog
grappling with a past
and a shoe lace
in a knot
that cannot
be undone

editors note:

Before loafers with tassels; tangle. – mh clay

Attack of the Megalomaniac

featured in the poetry forum June 17, 2017  :: 0 comments

I don’t know jack
about my ancestors
nor do I give a darn
about my forefathers
and I really should show
more emotion
for the fate of the ocean
but I am too busy
protesting on behalf
of the only
species that matters
are poaching
those that blow their
own horns
and these confidence
take the rawhide
of raw talent
and exploit it
in the flee market
of free spirits
where it is sold
to those who hate
everything about
and then whatever
is left is ground
into stardust
glitter litter
swept away
and then washed
down by suds
of green envy

editors note:

Saving self through the sin of spin; want more, buy more. – mh clay

Viva Visa!

featured in the poetry forum November 11, 2016  :: 0 comments

perhaps in
a third world country
or in the Far East
or in the Upper Peninsula
or Down Under
I will be appreciated
and adulated
the way I
was when I reigned
supreme in the
Disney World dynasty
of my delicious
tenacious pre-teen
time frame
back when I looked
like I was ready to star
in an afternoon special
about a goody-good
who made good
with all the goodies
a goofball could
get hold of
and I am catching
the next
non-stop flight
heading back in time
to a place
that currently
has a high exchange
but low
currency rate
on unconditional

editors note:

Though this could be a week for looking back, to have our past-ports stamped; the good ole days haven’t happened, yet. Forward, Friends! Eyes front… – mh clay

Not To Do List

featured in the poetry forum September 16, 2015  :: 0 comments

search yourself for
a talent
that you can squander
hunt for potential
that can never be reached
then reach for stars
that snicker at you
from light years away
now plan to stand up
at the altar
where you promise
to commit
and put a ring around
rosy promises
throw away
a perfectly
good morning
by sleeping
into the afternoon
and put up a
“do not disturb” sign
on your door
just in case
opportunity knocks
in the night
and finally
those that believe
in you most
by panhandling
your affairs
with homeless
just for the
Zen of it

editors note:

Inspiring words from a demotivational speaker… – mh clay

Nice Toss

featured in the poetry forum February 17, 2015  :: 0 comments

One day you are going to
write a story, poem
or paint a picture so
perfectly framed
it should be a crime
and this deep
of someone
or something
or unassuming
will register
with those in
the know
who will promptly
the energy contained
within the pigment of your
paint or your pointed
and then you will
the consciousness
of the voyeur
of your genre
but this is only
if and when
you stop
crumpling up
your endangered
and throwing them
in the wastebasket
you bought
at Walgreens

editors note:

Yup! Can’t know if it’s a perfect seven or if it’s craps unless you roll them bones. – mh

Single Minded

January 18, 2014  :: 0 comments

I suggest
you narrow
rather than broaden
your search
engine like
and when you
locate your
use all your
amorous ammo
to stun
the endangered
into sweet
and then
attempt to tame
that leopard skin
wearing tigress
by leashing her
with leisure
and lash
her sass
with class
and then see
if when she roams
whether she
per chance
to jump
through your
hoops of fire
in your
Barnum and Bailey
duplex on
on the Upper West Side

E is for Existence

featured in the poetry forum January 18, 2014  :: 0 comments

Maybe I did ask to be
and maybe I
was offered
a comprehensive list
of parents
to choose from
and it might well be
I was given a reason
and a mission to accomplish
and each and every character
I have ever met are merry
marionettes speaking
the pre-planned script
written by a bevy
of seasoned Sesame Street
styled ventriloquists
who were hired
by the executive
producer of
the greatest
mini-series ever told
to guide me
from my ABC’s to my
XY and final Z
I’d rather be
the brainchild
of a TV show
than the bastard
baby of a prehistoric

editors note:

I’d like this MC to square my story with the media and move on to the book deal. – mh

Supporting Role

April 20, 2013  :: 0 comments

I am more sidekick
than hero
the buddy
rather than
the leading man
the roommate
of the guy
who gets
all the action
I am the wing man
not the lady killer
I provide the
comic relief
not the
and I may never
get the girl
next door
by the
time the
credits roll
but I do
get to be
her best friend forever
and that’s
good enough
for me

Office Worker

featured in the poetry forum April 20, 2013  :: 0 comments

When they streamlined
the company
they let go
of the guy who
daydreamed at
the watercooler
and whistled
in his cubicle
you know that
guy who always
had something
nice to say
or said nothing
at all
the one who
always came
in late
and left early
has been laid off
and I heard
he stopped
to smell
some roses
on his way
to the exit

editors note:

Until they start charging for smelling, better sniff all we can – damn few things are free in this world anymore. – mh