Right
my first, and my last
two miss wrongs without a right
no more hope
no more hope, tonight
Category Archives: Poetry
Week 29, Day 202 – “Right”
Week 29, Day 201 – “Just Saying”
Just Saying
Hi, to the cute girl
at the movie theater
call me anytime
Week 29, Day 199 – “Two Bucks”
Two Bucks
two bucks left on the table
my lunch money for the day
I could get a rectangle of pizza
some fries and a coke
or save it all up for a week
and stop by Johnny’s to buy
a couple of packs of baseball cards
and maybe some sour patch kids
now I’ve got no time for lunch
just a quick coffee (more than two bucks)
and rainy days are every day
and there never seems to be money
left over for saving
Week 29, Day 198 – “Touch”
Touch
touch and get shocked
the current flowing, juiced
alive more now, than before
but the pleasure comes
with the possibility of death
Week 29, Day 197 – “Swimming Hole”
Swimming Hole
humid august day
we jump in with our jeans on
wild and in love
Week 28, Day 196 – “The End”
The End
I regret to inform you
that the sun burn out
five minutes ago
which you will see
in a little over three from now
Week 28, Day 195 – “Suddenly”
Suddenly
and wind blows
and the day is different
my life was going nowhere
then you blew into my life
and all is new
Week 28, Day 194 – “Stars”
Stars
children sneak out of their houses
to see the stars in the night sky
to them it is a spiritual revelation
their first experience with what we call god
later they sit in schools and learn the rules
the dos and don’ts of old men’s stories
and less and less of wonder
Week 28, Day 193 – “Dino”
Dino
the Flintstone’s pet dinosaur
was such a loyal companion
even in cartoon pre-history
man had a need for dogs
outside of the boob tube
we still need dogs and gods
Week 28, Day 192 – “Alive”
Alive
I was born to drink martinis
in the early city mornings
to stumble along
trying to get home
too broke to take a cab
and too impatient for the L
the cold air sobers and pricks
soon I’ll be home
home to vodka
and drunk girls falling out
of their going out dresses
slurred speeches
about the meaning of life
the lead to unforgettable truths
forgotten in the morning mess
dry mouths and headaches
reminding me that I’m alive
