It was an unfortunate accident
Besetting ardor
Hear words
Uttered with no effort
And all the convenient
Excuses
Hits and misses
Which part wore the other down?
The naïveté that
Tag: poetry
Remote Control
There is a certain peculiarity
A kid witnesses an adult
Fade and drift to a snoring bliss
As a device that blacks out
After an amount of idle minutes
And with chronic regularity
Son did not even try taking
Tuned In
Doesn’t happen very often
Does fuel one for days
A spring of inspiration
An existence unexplained
Hiding in plain sight
Overture, delight
You came and you’ve no idea
Of the weight of
Dry Well
In a house full of pens
To net fluttering ideas
Laid in paper
Intended permanence
I’d tap in
Or sometimes it taps me
Year Ends
I missed that train again
A few steps slow
Buzzing last warning
And the door slides slowly shut
Mocking those who rush in defeat
The next three, six, maybe five minutes
Wasted long
Pain Relief
The pill let me borrow time
Temporarily feel better
Incipiently I fought both
Pain and it’s supposed relief
For that which buys me time
Will be tomorrow’s thief
The cap warrants
Years Begin
The day starts with her opening her eyes
Catching a glimpse of my face
She’d bloom gently into a smile
And some days she’d find me by our round dining table
Engrossed in something worth doing
Greets me the
Hilt
It was a moment that seemed
Worth spending holding another
Magic is more magical
With another set of eyes
Sharing creative deceit for the first time
He only knew desolation
As a gray tone creeping in
Fearing void for its vastness
Inevitably wasted resource
He surmised
Might as well waste
The Best We Ever, Never Remember
We all need to absorb just one clue
To save ourselves from being totally clueless
But evidence need not be true
Rather, must be believable, I digress
Mop the mess
He punished her with love letters
With waving palms, obfuscation
Fumes
Once I convince the mind
About having nothing to say
And the bed of denial
Is on feathery lay
To the dismay
Of days drawn blanks
Sell the dark tracks
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