I ordered a burger plain
with a glass of ale;
I bit into it heartily
leaving a bread crumb trail.

It curbed my hunger
the ale was crisp and cold;
onions lay atop
my leafy lettuce fold.

I munched in sweet delight
watching a baseball game;
it didn't matter who
it's pretty much the same.

A culinary treasure
of drink and meat and bun;
savoring the taste
when I didn't have to run.

Just a simple meal
a small thing in itself;
a gustatory pleasure
celebrating self.

I threw away a love
because it was one sided;
she was not the girl for me
because I have decided.

She was just a dear friend
not the love I wanted;
but we grew too close together
and her pleasant body taunted.

I threw away a love
like tissue I've discarded;
she was too possessive
I left her broken-hearted.

She was like a clinging vine
when I escaped her clutch;
I didn't miss her then
and now, too, not much.

I threw away a love
it was a one-way street;
she was just a friend
I happened to just meet.

Stay?
For whom, for what?
No way!

There is nothing like
the climbing of a trail,
to still the tremors of
one's soul;
To wash away the daily
sweat of life,
to purify the heart
and make it whole.
The views above, make
those below, enchanting,
the vast expanse of
mountains that surround;
up here the air is
clean and fresh,
and peace and quiet
relatively found.
The summit's not important,
'tis but the climb;
that renews and replenishes
the constant state of mind.
Give me the solitary hike
in which to linger;
marveling at the artistry
of God's great finger.

So long to love
it's too **** complicated
and simply over-rated
so goodbye to love.

Adieu to all the romance
the showiness and song
goodbye to false embraces
that lasted way too long.

Farewell to hugs and kisses
that end right at the door
send it on its way
I've been there before.

Close the door on arguments
that flare for no **** reason
for no good explanation
must be the angry season.

So long to love
I'm always the wrong mate
goodbye to love
it seems to be my fate.

Spread my ashes to the wind
where the breeze is blowing
makes no matter, east or west
I will not be knowing.

In the morning, at midday
I don't really care
in the place that I have picked
aw hell,  just anywhere.

Cremation is my choice
It is my final wish
I've always loved a torch song
sung by some jazzy dish.

Close to death, I still makes puns
making jokes until the end
when the reaper takes me down
I won't be on the mend.

Laughter's the best medicine
though far ahead I see
that the last laugh that I have
will certainly be on me.

The problem with time is
there never is enough
things happen all again
things get nice, things get rough.

We repeat mistakes
sometimes we don't learn
we run out of time
we fizzle and we burn.

We die before our time
in a mindless reckless way
with cellphones and the road
and thinking it's okay.

Time corrupts our body
the muscles and the waist
the eyes and ears and legs
often go to waste.

The problem with time is
the clock,  it never ends
we forget where things are
or the e-mails that we send.