I called
and all I wanted to hear
"I am so glad you called"
I called
and all I wanted to hear
"I was hoping you would call"
I called
and all I wanted to hear
"I've missed you"
I called
I emailed
I texted
It hurts
it hurts so much
it hurts too much
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 6:45 AM UTC
We're all mad here
the day you accept the bier
the moment you accept the fear
you understand, we're all mad here
We're all sad here
all is sorrow, a single tear
there is no tomorrow, no home pier
you understand, we're all sad here
We're all angry here
all is lost cause, so strange, so queer
all is far, yet so near
you understand, we're all angry here
As a white rabbit dashes by
As a time flashes by
Late, late, late
for nothing and everything, too late
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 6:42 AM UTC
A hard reset
Just turn it off
and on again
A reboot
Control, alt, delete
and then the task manager
A factory restore
A blank screen
a fresh start
Tabula rasa
The clean slate
is a myth
We come in to the world wailing
Live wailing, or wanting to wail
and then the death rattle
Yet, in a world of robots
Fluorescence and computers
we long for that factory reset
The great do-over doesn't come
The ability to create anew arrives every moment
We choose it or we don't
Control, alt, delete
Should be
Surrender, function, create
Clean my cache
Delete my history
surrendering to the mystery
This human doing needs a reboot
An upgrade, if you will
to being a human being
Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 5:21 AM UTC
Don't burn a bridge
What if it hurts more than a smidge?
Don't throw the baby out with the bath water
Don't understand why you act like such a rotter...
Don't throw away ***** water looking for clean
Why were you so mean?
The grass isn't greener on the other side
Why do you keep wounding my pride?
Just forgive and forget, move on
I still feel like a pawn
Time heals all ills
Your words still give me the chills
Silence is golden
When will I no longer feel beholden?
So many empty phrases, trite words
Do not perfume over these turds
Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 5:09 AM UTC
Sedition is not just patina-ed oil paintings
mobs not just lithographs
treason not mere fading daguerreotypes
Sedition is chat rooms and airwaves of mistruth and its taintin-gs
mobs are our friends and neighbors turned bands of riff-raffs
treason, the weaponization of dog whistles and stereotypes
Sedition is here now
mobs are the so-called militia of the present
treason is happening now
It will be one for history books now
be present and accounted for
be the United States of America, treading down snakes
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 9:09 PM UTC
My birthday is on the 19th
it'll be a riot
the next day, they say
My birthday is on the 19th
the rioters won't be quiet
come what may
My birthday is on the 19th
I'm not adhering to my diet
that bittersweet day
My birthday is on the 19th
I'm not so happy about it this year
My birthday is on the 19th
the next day fills me with fear
My birthday is on the 19th
can't be near those I hold dear
My birthday is on the 19th
it'll be a riot, they say
come what may, the 19th is my day
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 8:44 PM UTC
I did errands today
and I was confused
Something was wrong, astray
I mused
I settled into the evening quiet
And my disquieted soul shouted
"The flags were not at half staff"
As the West Wing staff and Cabinet was trimmed by half
Yesterday, Congress was sieged by riff-raff
45 egged them on
Congress counted the Electoral votes
but our troubles are not all gone
Today, I needed to see that flag half-mast
My grief begged for a symbol against the bombast
And yet the flag waved, full staff, as if nothing and no one mattered
And no one has said a word
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 12:36 AM UTC
The hospitals full
The ambulances all gone
My heart empty
My trust gone
The hospitals full
The ambulances all gone
The doctors and nurses maxed out
Can life still go on?
The hospitals full
The ambulances all gone
The morgues and mortuaries over-spilling
In the City of Angels and lost souls
The hospitals full
The ambulances all gone
I wear two masks, a smile and one of cloth
Life must go on
The hospitals full
The ambulances all gone
As ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three
Happy new year?
In the City of Angels and lost souls
The hospitals are full
The ambulances all gone
as we ring in a "new" year and life must go on
The hospitals remain full
The ambulances still gone
as one, two, three, four, five, six friend and family we bury
as living death still stalks on
Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 10:58 PM UTC
The moonbow reminds me
that everything comes full circle
this New Year's Eve
The moonbow reminds me
that even in the obscurity of night
there are flecks of color
The moonbow reminds me
that even in the fog and haze
there is light to be treasured
The moonbow reminds me
that all things wax and wane
as time passes so slowly, so quickly
The moonbow reminds me
to show my truest colors
in an ink-dark world
The moonbow reminds me
I must choose to see its light
this New Year's Eve
Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 4:00 PM UTC
There is nothing so trepidating
as the emptiness
The blank canvas
the ghost-white page
the empty stage
There is nothing so trepidating
as the silence
Just looking
eye to eye, heart to heart,
for connection
There is nothing so liberating
as the void
the vast white desert of the canvas
the glaring blank of a page
the unadorned blackbox theater
There is nothing so liberating
as the silence
Just the rhythm
of beating hearts
breathing
There is
nothing
There is nothing
so trepidating
There is nothing
so liberating
Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 5:42 AM UTC