Extended Stay

featured in the poetry forum July 16, 2011  :: 0 comments

You might
only be
passing
through but
I live this
twenty four seven
and built it all
from the ground up
you
have only
scratched my
surface
I am
so much more
than this embodiment
stranded
here on an
island of
myself
and while
you think getting to know
me
is just a brief vacation
I am hoping
it might become
our Bermuda triangle
and that you
will remain
lost
with me
forever

Caveman’s Complaint

featured in the poetry forum July 16, 2011  :: 0 comments

Since I have to hunt
and gather
I would rather
know now
what you
bring to the bedrock
besides your
propensity
to perpetuate
the species
read my lips
or the symbols
I have drawn
on the granite
I really need
us to rub twigs
and create fire
just about
now
or I am
going to
invent the wheel
and roll on
out of here

Best in Show

May 31, 2011  :: 0 comments

Everything
is coming up
noses
that have been
cosmetically
tweaked
and collagen
injected puckers
abound
and all this
expensive
perfume
cheapens
the aroma
until eventually
chicks
will be genetically
engineered
to lay
Faberge eggs
all because
we live in a time
when groomed
dogs strut down
the catwalk
while Pussy Galore
runs amok
with a million
randy James Bonds
chasing tail

Evaluation

featured in the poetry forum May 31, 2011  :: 0 comments

Take a look at
yourself
what is your
marital status
are you sufficiently
housed
what is your
net worth on the job
market
are your children
showing scholastic
aptitude
how healthy
is your cholesterol
would you say
you are optimistic
or pessimistic
most of the time
I ask this
because I am
your self-esteem
and this is
your daily pop quiz

Academia

featured in the poetry forum April 22, 2011  :: 0 comments

Your true age
is betrayed
by the college ruled
lines on your forehead
and the legal pad color
of your teeth shows me
you have sipped
from the bitter, staining
black coffee of nights
spent alone
straining your eyes
on the classics
your spectacles
and that thickening mid-section
and thinning hairline
and those elbow patches
on your corduroy blazer
say more about you
than the evasive
answers you gave
at the
Q and A
following your lecture
on Lolita
which your
teacher’s pet
attended in
her alluring
turtleneck
on that chilly Autumn
at Cambridge

Miss superficiality

March 8, 2011  :: 0 comments

I don’t get you
and your quips
zip over my head
like a barber’s trim
you talk even faster
than you walk
really we are separated
by at least two decades
of good times
and bad times
and in between times
and your songs
and my songs
will never be
our songs
what we
shared was
as empty
as my bed
and as
fulfilling
as a Coca-Cola
Zero

Survival instincts

featured in the poetry forum March 8, 2011  :: 0 comments

I keep very busy
to avoid the void
and I talk a lot
because silence
is awkward
and I make
much love
to abstain
from abstinence
I find strangers
to be stranger
than friends
and though
I may be happy
to make your
acquaintance
I must face
the fact
that I am
better with faces
especially those
who accept
my need
for their
acceptance.

Oldie but Goodie

December 18, 2010  :: 0 comments

your words
are the trombone
sounds
in a Charlie Brown
cartoon
and your
viewpoint is
as prehistoric
as Flintstone
re-runs
I live in
my own
Pixar 3-D
world
and am
looking to
go big
as an Imax
screen
you seriously
need to be
colorized
re-mastered
and shown
at midnight
like the
campy
cult classic
you
have become

Citizen Pain

featured in the poetry forum December 18, 2010  :: 0 comments

don’t let them fool you
it’s not about the process
and it’s not about the journey
trust me, it’s
about getting there
grabbing what you can
be it a trophy or the cash
the lover or the applause
and then hoarding the spoils
of your riches and
surrounding it with a fortress
built by bricks of fear
and mortar of selfishness
and holding on
with all your might
until you must let go
and say, “Rosebud”

Self-Sabotage

August 30, 2010  :: 0 comments

mostly I
divide
my time
between
hope
and worry
with plenty
of ambiguity
to spare
but sometimes
it’s nice
to kick back
and
sip from
a cool can
of
I can’t
while the
sun sets
on another
setback
I shoot
the breeze
just to watch
it gasp
for air
and fall
like wasted
seconds
into a heap
of last
chances