Stick Man

Sticks and bones
Can write a poem
But words are
Seldom worthy
To explain
A deeper want
Like real beef
Instead of turkey...
To convey
Questionable thoughts
Where moralities
Ever pending
To write it down
And pass it on
Creative ears
Keep bending...

Skull

Bones and sticks
hand to pen
merely words, unspoken
driving down, to the end
not everything, is broken
tortured thoughts
as happiness sought
never simple, or easy
driving down the misery
of doors and feelings
open
....