Category: Poetry

Picture, for a moment, a life without change:

If everything that ever was and is

stayed always the same.

A world free of loss,

but also of gain.

Being ignorant of joy,

but also of pain.

Never feeling the warmth of the sun,

for you never shivered in the rain.

So afraid of taking that first step,

that stagnation makes you lame.

Unwilling to craft the next verse

for fear of forgetting the refrain.

But what is lost in failing,

save for a bit of pride?

The greater loss by far

is to fail by never having tried.

“What, by the way, were you wearing?”

“Anything risque or daring?”

“Were you wearing a revealing dress?”

“Or were you bundled up?”

“Was your top made of mesh?”

(Because a mesh top means “slut”)

“How were you dancing?”

“Was it suggestive or loose?”

“Were your breasts bouncing?”

“Did you, um, ‘shake your caboose?’”

Because any woman,

unless she’s obtuse

knows that dressing that way

means she’s bad news.

A tart

A temptress

A whore

A woman who fucks anyone

and then wants some more.

LISTEN NOW, AND MAKE NO MISTAKE:

JUST AS CANDY IS NOT FOR THE TAKE

NO WOMAN IS ASKING FOR RAPE

“Please, sir, “ I began with trepidation

“Please, sir,” I began with hesitation

“Please, sir,” I murmured with velvet vocalization

“Please, sir,” I surrendered with no equivocation

“Sir, I’ve begun anew;

Sir, I wish to write like you;

Acquaint me with your vision;

Educate me in your particular ways;

Be unforgiving in your revisions;

Only show me how to bring my pen under my sway.”

I would have prostrated myself right then and there

If he had demanded that I do thus.

I wanted to gnash my teeth and tear my hair,

Shout obscenities, swear, and cuss.

But old T.S. remained absolutely placid,

My words stirred him not in the least.

Not even drinking the strongest acid

Would have perturbed his profound peace.

Disheartened, I finally gave up trying to move old T.S.

For the effort now seemed impotent;

But do not think I have abandoned rhyme, meter, or stress

For I still dream of penning words of importance.

Or

Elephants Versus Donkeys

Remember your belief

And be ready to defend why

You stood on that side

Of the demarcated line

And saw enemies,

Not allies.

Remember your belief

And be ready to defend why

A ‘God Fearing Christian’

Would preach

What they failed to apply.

Remember your belief

And be ready to defend why

You shouted judgment in the shallows

But were silent

When the water was high.

Remember your belief

And be ready to be left behind,

Because the current is changing,

And your fighting the tide.

I know now that it was always there,

Peripheral, existing only in the shadows,

And I, too broken yet to seize such care

Let it sit and simmer, like mist in a meadow.

But, make no mistake:

I wanted you before I was even aware that my future held such bliss,

And, now, how gladly I take

In all of you: every moment, every kiss.

And I thank the Universe for all that you give and all that you are,

You are my Love, my Heart, my Favorite

I do not need to scour the stars

For I already have one: you are it.

There’s nothing I love more to do

Than to sit right next to you

And have our physics and philosophy lessons

For you hear my thoughts and never laugh at my questions.

Whoever thought that the cosmos would be mine to hold?

Whoever thought that perfection would be mine to keep?

Whoever thought that a Love so gold,

Would spring from a man so deep?

I want to Love with you and Laugh with you forever,

I want our lives to be woven into one together.

For you calm me and always make me feel better,

You show me the sun and kinder weather.

A god fell to Earth,

And they named him ‘Dan’

And I, I am the lucky mortal

Who gets to hold his hand.

Cold concrete

cracked

and caved

a course to nowhere

No? Where?

the sidewalk won’t say

is stubborn

silent

Still I stumble

slipping along

the serpentine

street

The street lights

are giants

glaring through

the gloom

I amble

I ramble

I am a nowhere man

with a nowhere plan

Know where?

No knowing where.

Hi-De-Hi-De-Hi-De-Ho!

(Hi-De-Hi-De-Hi-De-Ho!)

Whoa-Whoa-Whoah-Whoah-Whoa!

(Whoa-Whoa-Whoah-Whoah-Whoa!)

When that sax begins to blow

I know where I gots to go

I gots to star in my own show

Cause I feel it in my soul

Give the people what they know

Get them beggin’ for some mo’

So I start to tap my toes

And I proudly lift my nose

Then you know I’m in the throes

Of that Hi-De-Hi-De-Ho!

The day the dust came,

and the people fell like rain,

pleading as they jumped

“Please remember my name!”

How can a skyscraper crumble

From impact with a passenger plane?

How can hate and religious zealotry

Make someone suicidally insane?

Furthermore, how can we know

That it won’t happen again?

I, for one, do not

want to replay that game.

Now we have a memorial,

But is that really a fair trade?

2,977 people spent their last moments praying to heaven,

2, 977 people died that September 11^th.

Twenty plus years later, is anything

different, or merely the same?

You say “Never Forget”,

I say never forget to change.

No knowing where,

I try to go somewhere.

Trod-ding along,

Plodding along,

Humming a song

That was never there.

Should I go East or West?

Which would be best?

Maybe South, or maybe North;

I cannot plot a course!

Oh, the inherent indecision

That shadows revision;

Lacking wonted precision,

I simply stand still.

Yeah

You’re so edgy

With your “Made In China” corset

and feigned sex positivity

I bet they call you “Mistress”

While you ooze rehearsed hostility

How many shitty poems did you write

When you felt inspired by Type O

Do you regularly visit cemeteries

And speak of absinthe

But are actually a wino?

Oh, girl, I know: there’s no point and it all sucks

and you soul is so dark

That the eternal night

By contrast

Is eternally fucked

Go

Tighten your laces

And kohl your eyes the darkest black

I never knew that such an “artiste”

Could be such a hack.