I wished the best of luck
To the ego of the duck
That waddled past the hunters by the day
His luck was running short
As hunting is a sport
That any fool with a gun can play
He lasted pretty long
Before a bullet came along
That sent this poor ducks ego across the bay
It doesn’t pay to strut
Then take one in the gut
Instead, duck your big fat head
And run away

Stored deep inside my memory bank
Are my memories of her
A reconstructed cocktail
You need only to stir
To jostle my brain
The despair and the rage
And render it clear
From anymore pain
Remembering the good
A smile, a wink
And a good conversation
That made me think
Her caring, her kindness
The love of my life
Taken too soon
And just doesn’t feel right

Damp dew on a spider‘s web
Waiting for the sun to rise
In order to catch the insects
With the element of surprise
The works been done
The traps been set
Without much thought
Without regret
Just a silky fiber net
To capture all its prey

It’s been long understood
The color of blood
Soaks in the stems and in leaves
Without a doubt
I’m with or without
Putting out more than I receive
What’s living in fear
Each layer, each year
Focuses more and achieves
Until time runs out
Then back to the ground
Buried, without somewhere to be

He had a frog in his throat
Whenever he spoke
About the birds and the bees
He got choked up and shook
While all turned to look
At the man who fell down to his knees
Not a second was spared
For the frightened and scared
But justice is not as fair as it seems
And nothing compares
To the looks and the stares
Before being stripped of your dreams

He had a voracious appetite
They were fearful for their lives
His gaping maw consumed their thoughts
Until they all broke out in hives
He had a mongrels disposition
A dog without a home
But all he really wanted
Was a place to put his bone

I open my eyes
And I’m mesmerized
By the beauty I’m laying beside
I jumped and I leapt
For the love you’d accept
Through masks and other forms of disguise
I slept and I dreamt
Of my failed attempts
And that is why…
There was one shoe left on the step
By someone I’m inclined to despise