Bus Break
Trauma dreams
But reckless fun
Letting go after
Several drops
Fear resounds
But youth admire
Baseless courage that
Crosses the grain
Finding pride
A sinful bore
I’m waiting around
Living my life
A Raith
Wealth of time
Our angry bellies
Stress calls home
Demands attention
We can’t ignore
Never the hunger
Always wins
A wry argument
Beauty in you
Life growing spark
Eyes retreat to
Living in dark
Call upon time
Right reflex rhyme
Crisis of quitting
Believing the lie
Apology Mustered
A sample of my delights
Sarcasm and judgment
Jaded cynicism and love
Removing all the glue
I make the jewels feel new
Listen closely be sincere
I drown and wake and
I drown again but you
You are the reason I live
First Flight
When I quit letting the
judgment of people who
could only poison my life
with their invective
Maybe even withholding
keys to my health or
a sense of security
When I realized that life
had become so unbearable
that death would be a relief
I learned I could fly
Toxic City
I sleep so much now
I didn’t dream for years
I held my hopes at bay
I watered them with tears
You brought a new day
You fed it to my fears
You made it rain somehow
You taunted me with jeers
We take our final bow
We walk a sunny ray
We unfurl every brow
We don’t have to stay
Method Of Coloring Book
Placemat on the table
with the maze filled in
I see you made a few
wrong turns there
at the beginning
One turn and you
hit a wall but look
how you learned to
walk through them
Crayon marks so
furtive slow but
you quickly learn
to achieve your goals
by coloring outside
the lines
Boy
Missing times
You felt so red
The blues and greens
Nothing left unsaid
Matured whine
Only for yourself
Drunk on stoic’s
Metaphorical brandy
The stirred emotions
And cabbage hearts
A repulsive
Familial bond
Sticks in throat
A sinking boat
Rough pillow I rest
My head upon
King Poopypants
Our child never does anything wrong
We might not always like his tone
But he helps the neighborhood out
And in this belief I’m not alone
When he made a toxic concoction
Of bleach and caulk and paste
And fed it to your poopy pup
It’s not his fault for your pet’s waste
He put your daughter in a cage
He’s wild but what charisma!
Intolerance to my family’s freedom
Is what makes you seem abysmal
So praise our angry violent child
He’s made the neighborhood better
There’s nothing that he just can’t do
If you get a new dog can I pet her?
For Monte
It’s funny what usually seems funny
is really only sad
A trick we play on ourselves to keep
from falling too far down
The abyss is always willing to take on
new customers
A friend from ten thousand days ago
killed himself yesterday
They taught me
Now they’re gone
Mystery Doll 