Refrigerators are made
to keep things cold-
a job well done,
grapes in the bowl

Knew they were yours
tasted delicious-
this part’s not fun,
I beg your forgiveness

no oil or pitches
to make tender
leather

ball and mitt
sidelined till
mercury is
ascending

shadow of
the groundhog
weather-
depressing

A sea of marigolds blowing in the wind,
one hundred thousand strong if I were to hazzard a guess, each golden top brighter than the next

standing tall gleaming under the warm summer sun, emerald green leaves contrasting an ocean  blue sky, soldiers parading in their finest  military dress-

covering the base of a mountain the focus of their conquest

The death of discourse on
the minds of elite professors,
free speech slain-

highly educated zombies.
feeding on
un-maturated brains

Safe spaces created with
the mantra- see no evil,
hear no evil, speak no evil,

all the while inciting
riots and kaos, fomenting
campi upheaveal

Learning being crucified
the latest fad-
intellectual suicide...

A thousand miles
to that promised land

seems like nine hundred
and ninety nine always loom-

fighting every battle,
real or pereived
with guns a blazing

shooting myself
in the foot

a tale of-
self-inflicted wounds

She is the keeper of secrets-
mysteries untold
hidden behind her blue eyes,
her complexion of gold

She has an inner peace,
a fire of joy burning inside,
aloof and near all-
at the same time

She is known and unknown,
a dichotomy to the senses,
her beauty lies within-
and without
no walls no fences

She rises with the sun,
soaring on gossamer wings,
surrounding those she loves-
with the song she sings

She is She is not…

The lonely heart is unseen,
a dancer alone-
spinning on an empty floor

no partner to tango
with anymore

Feelings hiding in shadows
while faked smiles wrinkle
mournful cheeks

empty wine bottles
strewn on a cold floor
aside bare feet

Melancholy poetry read
by a dim light-
tears dripping on somber lines


the note to end it all
thought of -
a thousand times...