Sunday, March 29, 2015

Red-light Crows

Sitting in traffic

That seemed to be moving

Inch by inch

Plastic covered bumpers


Plastic covered bumpers

Something caught my eye

My eye caught something

In the sky

Above me

Crows flying back and forth

From the dumpster of a seafood restaurant

To the red-light above

Perched on the long iron arm

They sat waiting

In all of their cleverness

These birds were carrying

Unopened clams

From the rotting trash

To the intersection of cars

Dropping these shellfish

From their scissor-like beaks

These crows called out in joy

In excitement

Anticipating the crushing of the clams


They sat waiting

For the light to turn green

And the cars to move forward

Much like the humans below

Finally the clam’s shell was crushed

By the steel belted wheels

Moving like steamrollers of rubber

These birds swooped down and grabbed

Their next meal

Flying back up to their roost

They feast and feast well

Making the most of

What’s right in front of them

All while the ones beneath

Moan and cry

They’re still inconvenienced

By this light burning bright red  

Friday, March 27, 2015


Raindrops, raindrops, raindrops

Fall, fall, fall

Turning this dusty landscape

Green once more



You make the sounds of

Drums drumming

As you drop on these

Wooden planks before me

Every few drips

Ring the blade of a garden spade

Beside me

Making the shovel chime softly this night

Out there in the darkness

I here you drop

On a chain-link fence pipe


Pinging in the distance

Like a beacon

Helping spring awake from

Its winter slumber

Raindrops fall in front of me


The floating sponges of the sky

Drop life once more upon us

On this pitch black night

Streetlights look blurry

Through the downward drizzle

From a thousand tears

From one hundred weeping angels

Or maybe its souls sobbing with sorrow

That tomorrow never came for them

Raindrops fall in front of me

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Tomorrow’s Tomorrow

I think a cloud is

Hiding the sun today

The youth

Are turning into an army

Of Salvador Dalis

Their phones

Their computers

Telling them time

Has made it difficult for them

To tell time

Their eyes widen

As if the wall clock is melting

Like it’s suddenly a Dali painting

Father Time’s Heart now beats

With the help of

A rechargeable battery

Rumor has it

Cars will soon

Drive themselves

Anything to make life easier

I guess?

Less thinking for the masses

Just push a button



Command and go

Programming by the programmed

For our convenience

For our comfort

For less mistakes

Tomorrow’s tomorrow

Like a maze of rats

We soon might be waiting for

The feeding bell to chime

Sniffing the air at what

We can no longer identify    

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

High Horse

It’s something

To see

Someone parade themselves


On a high horse

The view outward is never

What it is inward

For the eyes are closed when

Riding upon these magnificent animals

The all-knowing

Most of the time

Know very little


The horse’s ground

Will become unsteady

Rocky to ride upon

The rider’s posture changes

And they begin

To slip from their

Star studded saddle

Down they go!!!




Their empire of arrogance

Will crumble like a house of cards

Falling to the ground bewildered

Anything like this could happen to them

Their high horse will flee

And once again

They will find themselves at eye level

With the rest of the world


Seeing eye level is humbling indeed

The perfect balance

On the seesaw of life


Falling is what it takes to awake

For the blind to see

For the deaf to hear

For the tuned out


Tune in

This fall is life changing for some


Most climb right back on

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Going Mad

I’ve finally gone completely mad

Yet, my art is never better

I can only imagine

This must have been

What was running through the man’s mind

As the ambulance

Took him away

Years ago

I was living in a rundown motel

On the forgotten side of town

In that part of the city

Nothing stopped for night fall

It was still as lively as mid-day

I woke to the sounds

Of paramedics and police

Their voices outside my room

Their lights flashing through the curtain

The man in the next room

Had spent all night going mad

Breaking the mirror

And porcelain in his bathroom

Into jagged shards

That became the

Glass teeth of his invisible tiger

A tiger that was hungry for his flesh

At first glace

His hands looked like

Stringy mop heads

Soaked in blood

The cops said he was on PCP

They said

He didn’t know what he had done

Then told everyone

To go back to their rooms

That the show was over

Yet, for me, I realized

The script of what had just happened

Still needed to be written

Even if all parts had been

Successfully acted out

I was 18

And had seen more than most

At my young age

I knew I had to get what was now

In my mind out on paper

On paper and out of my mind

I had not taken a writing course

I had no college degree

Just a need to get all that I’ve seen

And continued to see

Out on paper to make sense

Of our sometimes senseless world

To stop and look for the things

Most walk right by

As one man went mad

I picked up my pen and never looked back 

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Dare Stones

Scratched words from desperate people

Left behind in a strange new land

Fleeing from what

Ultimately awaited them

Being engulfed by time

Swallowed up by circumstance

These stones with their messages

Would surface years later

Like dead fish on top a pond

For people to ponder

For experts to speculate

For skeptics to be skeptical

Making modern folks happy

For they had something new

To fight about


Never understanding

Why these words were written

In stone  



Either way the Lost Colony

Did what we all will in time

Disappear into a fading memory

Unless our messages

Stay behind for the next

What will we leave behind?

Or will we take so much

There will nothing more to take

Use so much

Nothing will be useful

Until our planet looks like Mars

Dry and barren

Red and dusty

Waterless riverbeds

Rocks as far as one could see

Sand storms choking the air


The biggest Dare Stone of all