The grim reaper shows a four card hand The joker was in play so he mucks it

He breathes a sigh of relief And shoves his chips to the dealer

Lady Life has the nuts And Doctor time busted

Go figure, cosmic joke

Comedy of the average Joe Caviar still makes you choke

For the middling man With the middling hands

Fiddling with the smoke Of a firey acumen

In dove the dove Because smoke ris...

The Library of Alexandria Was gifted a wilted candle Put on the top shelf Of the grandest display

They said an angel tipped it over When the books began decay

For the people all forgot Became less grateful, and complacent So the Angel sent from sky Made sure the scripture remained ancient

What’s a story, without the read? The picture never seen

The soil, sun and water Without a planted see...

Sensuality of a falling star An obelisk caresses feelings And dreams Death to all light in the universe

The man on the moon knows the comet And the asteroid Knows dust and ice down to Molecules

Knows fusion reaction And human blush Knows dark matter exists And nothing else

If God unfolds us like books I imagine the story is beautiful If he decided to write it

I am not the man on the mo...

Every four years, two gangs of wolves would meet under a full moon to celebrate “The Mustering” Hunters and Hikers called it this because the journey the wolves would take was grueling, excruciating.

But year after year, the two packs would meet anyway. The only pack in recorded history to do so.

Recently however, they didn’t. People around the world wondered why, so a silent panic settled int...

Your life has just started, the boat has departed The dock left the sailors, the

Morning alarm is No longer snoozed

The booze in the air Says you have nothing to lose

Tie up your shoes, Your laces are loose

Rope-swing to the river Let go of the noose

The slimming shiver on The tip Of your lunge

The sliver of silver The glint has begun

Your mind is a garden, your thoughts are the tree...

A couple minutes draws A dry stick Even without cold Snowflakes or ash

No reason to be warm Or hot, or even bat a lash I want to play with fire So rather, when I’m bored

I’ll spare a couple minutes

To keep my fingers In the door...

Becca and and Beck were Star-crossed lovers, meeting at a quiet coffee shop just outside the city, where they both visited after leaving work for the day

Over the course of a couple years, Becca and Beck would occasionally have the baristas accidentally mark their names on the wrong drinks, and eventually, they would start to gossip about Becca and Beck, spinning romantic tales to pass the idle h...

I have a friend who lived in a trailer park When he was young he would

Pick up sticks and make huts outside In the forest where leaves, wood

Concealed him from the world

I have a friend who was alone Who dreamt of nothing but had anger

As a small boy, he would take a pocket knife Cut his forehead open, and smear blood

On his face, in a protest to gods he made up

I have a friend who one d...

God elected two moons here One was of night and black, dark velvet The other light and courageous, strong and proud These two moons were the exact same in composition, and seen opposite to each other

At the peak of the moonshire,many eons of people would sit in admiration, sometimes mourning

The sound of animals and the howl of their spirit was heard here, reverberated to the bottom canopy whe...

Real poets etch-a-sketch on brick wall Concrete chalk and foam paint

Real ideas and thoughts Snipped vines never stop growing

The idea of man was neutered Glowing pewter, on rainy days

Stony nights and the bumblebee’s fight

Real poets paint in blood Too stubborn to make art

Too frigid to love

Real poets live in italics

Flimsy ideas and red wine

Real poets are a plastic rose Instead...