On no,
Not another poem
I hope it's not too long
You know how they make me yawn

Oh great,
What's this he's trying to say
You know how his rhyming schemes
Seem to get in the way

Oh man,
Here he goes again
Thinking that he's clever
When he's just hard to understand

Oh shoot,
What am I going to do
If he asks me what I think
When I haven't got a clue

Oh heck,
I hope that this is it
Once this clown gets started
He never knows when to quit

Oh no,
Not another poem
I hope it's not too long
You know how they make me yawn

Take it from me
There’s not much to see
In this garden with few sunny days

No prize winning flowers
Sprouting upward like towers
For invited guests to amaze

But when I come home
To a house all alone
I’m glad that my yard goes

To humble blossoms
Daffodils lined in rows
And a spot where tulips have arose

It's where I go to unwind
Achieve peace of mind
And escape a day of lows

So I’m sure you’ll agree
There’s not much to see
In this garden for guests to amaze

But this garden is fine
Because it is mine
Where I happily spend all my days

I’ve been questioned on
my late night walks,
why do I do it?
the repetitive cracks
sing hedonist soliloquies
at every avoidance,
the streetlights eat away
at forfeiting darkness,
vomiting garbage cans
spew synthetic carrion
and winking storefronts
****** nightfallers,
trash kissing curbs
pushing away affection
cry out for help,
cigarette butts cloud
sandy sidewalks
and hug dragging soles,
passing cars and
mindless youth
spewing timeless
nothings out car windows,
cop cars and crisis topped
middle-agers stumbling their way
to fast food and
regretful forenoons,
I’ve been questioned
on where I’m walking to,
but never what I’m walking from,
no matter where I go,
I find myself
burning my throat
with coffee at 2am

WE
ARE
ALL
INFERIOR...
No one
Is Superior!

Tell me different?