Plumes of smoke drift idly,
like the chatter in my ears
Signal to the barkeep for
another drink to quell my tears
The sultry glow of neon blue
stains my face and hands
I'd like a drink to deal with life
and all the sorrow it demands
The lipstick-kissed martini glass
by elbow, nearly tips
The girl next-stool laughs drunkly
as she turns to me and licks her lips
Her speech was slurred,
her makeup smeared,
Her breath smelled of vermouth
Right then, I knew
That not one thing
She told me was the truth (and she said)
"You're the best-dressed man that
I've seen wander through that door"
"How 'bout we go back to my place?
-Hey bartender, mix two more"
I shook my head, and turned away,
In search of higher class
Nodded to the bartender,
and dropped a five to drain that glass
My gaze cut through the whiskey'd fog
And then my heartbeat stopped
When I spied a lovely blonde
alone, and looking at her watch
I crossed the floor, and thought "maybe tonight I'll be a man"
Kept on walking when I saw her
14-karat wedding band
The sultry glow of neon blue
Stains my face and hands
I'd like a drink to deal with life
And all the sorrow it demands
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 1:44 PM UTC
In the fading rays of sunlight,
perched atop a mossy rock
We contemplate the waterfall's
swift surging down the drop
Into an angry greenish pool
like some foul witches brew,
Whose firelit froth, and boil, and burn
our unbound, rapt attention drew
With pure, and endless thunderous splash,
like Heaven pouring forth
it's tears for earthbound tragedies,
we venture down, to drown remorse
Now we stand at water's edge,
transfixed by ceaseless churn
With rumbling in my ears, I ponder
pros and cons of my return
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC
As Nature's finest gold is green,
'Till hindsight glows, truth stays unseen
Shrouded in some candied lie
Delicious then, now noxious sigh
Smoothly first slid past the tongue
Spread to stomach, swiftly stung
(W)retch! the twitching soon subsidies
Nothing new, now minus pride
Ponder trust, and life inspect
Enlightenment through retrospect
01.28.98
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 1:12 PM UTC
Drowning in reflecting pool,
I fall as vision blurs
Shroud myself in liquid cool
and aspirate my bitter words
Crickets chirp on summer night
and shadows cling to me
Stomach ties in tiny knots
from what I know's in store for me
I reached out for a star,
I cupped my hand, and took my turn
but didn't ponder consequence
and wound up getting burned
Like a taste of immortality,
then hearing that you're terminal
The crashing of reality
is somewhere south of wonderful
So give a contribution
of the eyes, unto the seas
Build the wall back, good as new
as dignified composure flees
Close my eyes and sigh away
a sliver of that empty ache
That's spreading like a cancer
through my chest
I think I'll chase the summer South,
hear wisdom from another mouth,
admit I'm now a different kind of mess
Like celebrating life and love
by going to a funeral
Feathers shed from wings of doves
lie somewhere south of wonderful
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 1:33 PM UTC
Any port in a storm, I say,
so take what you can get
Though tough to see the forest's trees
when eyes are dripping wet
The edges, somewhat blurry,
and the forms are vaguely seen
While pilfered ends that whisper kisses
justify the means
For sunshine never looked so good,
as when the sky is gray
And all the warmth will stir the torpid
blood, until it fades
And bliss will quickly flee from this
like sparks from lightning's touch
'Neath hopes that never rose too high
but somehow they were still too much
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 10:39 AM UTC
Oh, take me back
to impetuous days,
When I knew how to speak,
and how I should behave
The flowers were fresh,
and the sky smelled so clean
The Earth was alive
as our feet trod the green
Then the sky split asunder,
and the plagues hurtled down
More deafening than thunder
was the clamorous sound
In the blink of an eye,
day had turned into night
And the moon turned blood red,
'twas the devil's delight
Faint for a moment,
then vision returned,
An angel stood by,
asked the lessons I'd learned
I told him of life, love,
and pictures on clay
He held up a scale,
showed my soul didn't weigh
I dropped to my knees,
crushed by guilt and by shame
And fell through the Earth,
towards perpetual flame
I screamed for salvation,
though it was too late
Mere mortals can't flee
from the presence of Fate
Enshrouded by darkness
with no ground below,
weightless, yet falling
towards God only knows
The air reeks of sulfur,
and the smoke burns the eyes
The ****** fill the air
with their pitiful cries
Panic swept through me,
then gave way to dread
As I witnessed the ranks
of the tormented dead
The truth finally hit me
as they fastened my chains
Eternal damnation
had another soul claimed
Oh take me back
to more innocent days
When the Fey walked the Earth
and magicians amazed
The trees whispered softly,
and the streams babbled on
The rays of the Sun
warm the wind's mournful song
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 1:29 PM UTC
Tossing back tequila shots
To burn on down to blackened thoughts
Why am I unable to cast aside my old emotions?
While flecks of darker memories
Pollute the air in front of me
Never would I even wish erasure
Of the thoughts I've spoken
Maybe I'll just keep on clinging
Hum along with heifer's singing
Crowning list of weaknesses
Is failure to let go
Bob my head, alone, in silence
Midnight flight with no co-pilot
Fearful of the landing
Better shout 'Look Out Below'
Just play my music louder
While I stop to burn the flowers
And I shed my old remembrances
Like caterpillar's skin
Shreds of life streak by in flashes,
Must adjust my rose-hued glasses
Rub my tired, dried out eyes
To block the light and look within
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 10:29 AM UTC
Sometimes in the yawning night,
I hear her voice call out to me,
clutch my sheets and blankets tight
yet drift away in memories
She's followed me throughout my life
I call her Mistress Melancholy
Sometimes, seems like years ago
when lilac and the jasmine played
The tides of love, they ebbed and flowed
Yet Mistress Melancholy stayed
(Just what went wrong, I still don't know),
But days pass as her perfume fades
Sometimes wonder where it is-
Exactly that I'm supposed to be
But know for sure, I won't be far
away from Mistress Melancholy
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 10:21 AM UTC
I think about the cherubs
and the seraphs I knew yesterday
Whose pinions once were snowy white,
are mottled now, with cynic' s grey
In youth, I heard a sage proclaim
"The truth will set you free"
But misperception binds the senses
Ever so efficiently
My back is in the shadows while
I'm facing towards the morning sun
Wish I could replace those squandered
days, and leave mistakes undone
As fruitless as a ripened moon
that hides within a cloudy sky
As gaunt as crows bereft of food,
that turn their beaks to pluck out eyes
While I was sitting all alone,
a fool once said to me,
Careful what you seek, for truth's
not always what you want to see
My face is in the shadows now,
while back is to the morning light
I contemplate rescinded vows
as angels plummet into night
I think about the cherubs and
the seraphs I knew long ago
Whose withered wings are raven-hued
but used to gleam like fallen snow
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC
Autumn blows with hints of winter,
Mood descends to match the weather
Sorry I couldn't help you, and I
Still ain't got my **** together
Spark a stick of nicotine,
And sink into my self-reflecting
Got a whole lot more to say,
And I know it's not what your expecting
Humor wanes, like crescent moon,
My memory tumbles back to June,
I think of all those promises
That never would be kept
Take 3 deep breaths to clear my mind
Of all the loss I've left behind,
And now I think about it,
Somehow strangely I have never wept
(Yet still I brood on all those
melancholy nights I never slept)
Seems like every time I find
The will to let down my defenses,
Honestly flies out my mouth
Despite my gilded best intentions
Much too late for me to take
Emotions back, and lock them down
I'll flash a wicked rictus grin
Like Pennywise the evil clown
Excavate my rusty hatchet,
Time to chop down olive branches
Tough to slay a dragon for you
Armed with only broken lances
Suffer awful habits as I
Lounge on decomposing laurels
Find myself in crosshairs of
Outrageous Fortune's emptied quarrels
Flick another cancer stick,
Continue with my self-reflection
Yeah, I've still got more to say,
And you might tell from my inflection
Hits a little close to home,
Whose walls are white and stark and bare
I'll whisper to a flirty femme
Who winks at me and twirls her hair
So now I sit and shift my hips
To grind on the lust of another woman
How many months must pass before
I see I was worked up all for nothin'
Lift my eyes from off her thighs
And look into her smiling face
I think I might maintain if I can
Keep the pain in another place
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 1:18 PM UTC