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Sep 2017 · 262
Way Back Then
Cronkite did the talking.
Nixon started walking.

Through the rabbit's ears
we saw it all.

Windows down by cranking.
Kids still got a spanking.

Food stamps were on paper
not on cards.

Pryor told the jokes.
Everybody smoked.

Man things were different
way back then.
Sep 2017 · 359
Lone Star Prophet
Lone star prophet in
his cul-de-sac.

Mansion built by
a guilty back.

Measured out in sinners
per square feet.

He tells us heaven has
a cover charge.

But God takes Visa
and MasterCard.

And he’s at ten million
likes so far.

So hit share and you’ll
get in early.
Oct 2016 · 232
A Pretty Dress
"That's a pretty dress!"
"Daddy gave it to me!"
"Do you love your Daddy?"
"With all my heart!"
"That's a big bruise!"
"Daddy gave it to me."
"Do you love your Daddy?"
"With all my heart."
Oct 2016 · 252
Crying Pride
My feelings ain't hurt
but I'm crying.

Wet-eyed, Dry-cheek
kind of cry.

Crying pride that's
what I'll call it.

Hell, I guess they
do grow up.
Oct 2016 · 397
The Tribe
In Mama's life her only worry,
Should be if she's at home in time to watch her story.

Not bills paid, money owed, or if she can make it.
There's a big diffrence between "Borrow it" and "Take it"

Worries that she'll break a bone from the meds she can't afford.
Part D is joke, Ain't that what Medicare is for?

And If they did pay cash, What would happen to the Horde?

The old man, He's still working, just to feed the tribe.
Wondering if he quits will the others stay alive?

Never used to worry if the sky turned into gray.
Now wondering what he'll do if it were to rains for days.

The tribe they don't care, I don't think they even wonder,
Just who is gonna feed them once the bank is 6 feet under?
Oct 2016 · 258
Clean The Bones
Upon dead limb the
the vultures sit.

Waiting the wolf
his fill.

Necks twisted,
Wings flattened,

Ready to clean
the bones.
Oct 2016 · 263
Acceptance
Barney backpack,
Cowboy Boots,
Little tow-head
boy.

Tasseled  hat,
Winners robe,
Fine young
man.


Issued backpack,
Army boots,
Future straight
ahead.

I'll be okay when
you leave, Then cry
when I can.
Oct 2016 · 236
The Foundry
Longing for an answer,
Knowing it won't come,
I beg for God's mercy.

I scream "Who are you!"
With no reason to cry,
I feel tears on my cheek.

"Today's the day" She says.
Sounds like a melody,
played by an old violin.

Metallic, dense, and rusty.
Like smoke from a foundry.
Oct 2016 · 193
The Dance
Tethered there by blue-veined needles and velcro,
In a rented bed she sleeps. ****-Stained linens and
humiliation her new life.

Sunday visit’s from people she recognizes but can’t
remember is the only joy she has now. But even these
are darkened by grief.

She dreams of her beloved Husband and the dances they shared,only to wake and cry in his absence. Not sure where he went
or when he’ll return.

The call of “Lights Out” comes and she falls into dream-sleep,
Hearing the soft melody of a Sinatra tune she see’s him.
The only love she’s known.

“Maybe tonight we can dance once more” She whispered
as her beloved took her into his arms. The tune was familiar
that he sang into her ear, and she felt once more his breath
on her neck.

Twirling about in a fashion that would bring Astaire
to envy they danced into the heavens.
Forever together, They danced.
Oct 2016 · 312
Yes Mommy
"I love you Mommy."

"Get out of my way                                
you little ****!"

"Yes Mommy."

"You want me to
call your Daddy?"

"No Mommy."

"You remember last
time?"

"Yes Mommy."
Oct 2016 · 196
Love Unwanted
Love unwanted

You came from nowhere;
Knocking me from my feet.

Disturbing my thoughts,
Leaving me in a broken pile.

Thinking it only a meeting of chance;
Blindly ignoring your flirtations,
I hoped you were gone.

But you returned;
Making me your puppet.

Lips bloodied and tongue ravaged
from your kiss of vengeance.

I've tried to leave
Many,many times.
But still you linger.


And I lose my mind
in small pieces.

Hoping only to forget my life
before you loved me.
Oct 2016 · 202
Media soldiers
Comrades fallen;
Burnt and trampled.

Trampled with boots lightly
stained by suburban
grass.

Not by boots stained
with blood and
sand.

Boots worn by Media
Soldiers.

Their orders based on ratings,
Victories measured in
likes.
Oct 2016 · 468
DaVinci's Hummingbird
Just finished his last supper
when he saw you fly.

The mechanics of the flight
thrilled him.

Seeing you often flit about
with minds eye.

Taking pen to paper,
he drew it.

Maybe a war machine
maybe not.
Oct 2016 · 239
The Old Man
Closer to eighty now , the old man just keeps pushing.
Riding that massive, yellow beast into the dirt.
Black smoke pouring, looking for the perfect angle.
Thinking how he would just like to quit.
And knowing that he can't.
Oct 2016 · 501
Sack Cloth Prom Dress
I guess poor girl's can dance,
Even if the dress is free.

Magnolia corsage,
Picked from a tree.

Just like a real one,
The boys will never know.

Sack-cloth Prom Dress,
Mother sure could sew.
Oct 2016 · 195
My Best Friend
Your dusty, glowing screen
My partner now for years.

Keeping me in touch
through the open air.

You share my morning coffee.
We talk of the Morning News.

Twenty years we've lasted
You are my closest friend.

I dread the day I lose you
to some Fancy mobile trend.

— The End —