Blood Trails
ink runs from my broken pen
down my shirt from my heart pocket
it is cold in here
and I am almost out of ink
I can’t write my will
without my damn pen
I am going to die here
in trails of ink and blood.
Category Archives: Poetry
Week 18, Day 121 – “Blood Trails”
Week 18, Day 120 – “Nipsy, Tipsy”
Nipsy, Tipsy
Nipsy, Tipsy
and I just want to dance
all the happy kids dance
where ever there’s music
not because they have to
but because they want to
because it’s fun to dance
Week 17, Day 119 – “Mid-West to Mid-East”
Mid-West to Mid-East
surrounded by cornfields and soybeans
I grew up a pretty normal mid-western life
surrounded by desert
the birth of civilization is now my home.
Week 17, Day 118 – “Time”
Time
my watch band broke
just out of high school
since then I’ve never worn another
when people ask,
“What time is it?”
I just tell them,
“It’s time to dance.”
Week 17, Day 117 – “SUV”
SUV
all the same
big and bad ass
not to blame
for all the used gas
Week 17, Day 116 – “Circus of the World”
Circus of the World
three ring binder with pictures
of freaks in clown costumes
my life’s photo album
memories, friends, family
and a few lost loves
Week 17, Day 115 – “Artist”
Artist
Unknown
in a world of 6 Billion
you are the best
Undiscovered
just working your vision
into your masterpiece
If we someday get to see it,
we will be the lucky ones.
Week 17, Day 114 – “Good Life”
Good Life
floating on root-beer
and ice cream
picking bananas
from the trees
my buddy paco
says to me
life is good
life is good tonight
Week 17, Day 113 – “Avoiding”
Avoiding
say it
say it out loud
“I love you.”
there
I said it.
Week 16, Day 112 – “Three Things”
Three Things
There are three things that I want to tell you.
One is that I’ll never grow up,
no matter that you ask me to.
Two is that I love you,
even if I don’t show it.
Three is that I can’t be true,
it’s just not in my nature.
