"chiseler" poems
Women who think like men
Men who act like children
Children who act like they're forty and think they're adults
I opened the box to find a crudely written IOU on the back of an expired Domino's coupon
We tried to assimilate the whole thing
My co-worker made a long distance phone call
It was to the peanut gallery
They told her she should have put another quarter in the parking meter so she could have avoided the fine
"Fredrick Brown"
Said my boss
That was the name he gave us when he made the reservation
Sounded like pseudonym the chiseler made up on the spot
But all he ate was side dishes
And a bag of corn nuts he brought in
Now the investigation was in full swing
The cops came
Asking questions
A description
A name
And what he ordered
"Burnt french fries, uncooked calamari, re fried beans, a salad with only brown lettuce, a can of cranberry sauce, a porterhouse steak medium rare with mushrooms and onions and a hot fudge sundae without any ice cream"
The officers perused the table and found that sundae and the steak were untouched
And the can of cranberry sauce was only half eaten
Days later a man was found screaming in the industrial park
Yelling obscenities and wearing a bald cap
While trying to listen to scratched skipping Cd's on his Walkman that had no batteries
It goes without saying the man was deranged
It was the very same man I waited on in the restaurant
Police only released one statement on the matter
They said when asked why he was in there in the first place
He told them he was looking for work to pay a bill the he owed to a local restaurant who had top notch service
His real name was Ercy ******
That name is now branded into my memory
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC
White sand
Cold lick
Black ice
Charcoal sea
Wind untouched
Whisper – chiseler fraudster hoaxer the deceiver – the nameless gust
Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 9:17 AM UTC
Blank
Father was a quarryman, hands at home
On a welded wheel, fingers stiff waiting on sun
To clear the lip of the pit, an artist is his own right
Content to read the grain through an emery palm
Leave the rest to rain and wind. Mother on the other
Hand was a chiseler with a syncopated mallet
No stranger to fluter and veiner, fine dust felting
Her coffee, laboring late, ankle deep in drifting flake
Humming as she whittled to the quick.
One morning, seeing my chance, right hand freed
In the wee, wee hours, I hacked out feet and a face
Only a mother could love, raking footprints clean as I left.
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 7:35 AM UTC
in this imperfect paradise
strung in between the quiet night
a chiseler in melting ice
ambivalent about the light
goes missing when you look away
while colors change their future
Sep 7, 2022
Sep 7, 2022 at 12:19 PM UTC
Something that can make relations or break relations
Something that can gain trust or break the bond with ******
Something that's part of humanity
Something that's found in every liar's profanity
What's the costs of loyalty in human
Lust? Affection? or another beautiful woman?
Thousands promise, very few keeps
Foundation for relation, if missed you may roll on bounty steeps
For poker heart, it takes years n years to prove them
For boasters, it takes hours of conversation to captivate the stem
For cheaters, few pretentious days can do the harm
Once it's done, no medicine in this world can stop the storm
Victims of such chiseler are left awestruck
Left with some broken promises shattered hopes in gooey swamp stuck
No emotions to believe, No gesture to make
Life no more seems the same, everything seems fake
Burn old bridges if that what it costs
Disloyalty will be mankind's biggest lost
From being pretentious to being a cheat, that's what loyalty bounds
With a hairline difference between keeping heart and keeping heart all sound
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 1:32 AM UTC