25 Nov 2016
I’ll mute you on Twitter,
block you on Facebook,
shut you out of my feed
so I never have to look
at your suffering or pain
or logic or perspective.
Your truth is a lie and
your sources vindictive,
they hate my ilk and
despise my kind:
if you let them
they will poison your mind.
So share your damn articles,
retweet to heart’s delight.
Make all the noise in the world,
you’ve already lost the fight.
I see you shouting but all I hear
is the comical sad trombone.
My world doesn’t care what you say
in your tiny little free speech zone.
16 Oct 2016
I don’t remember your eyes or lips,
the sound of your voice long gone.
No memory of the smile or fingertips
that served happiness at Marathon.
All I have left is a warm fuzzy feeling
every time I walk through those doors:
of warmth and life and safety and healing,
of home across distant shores.
07 Oct 2016
The years go by in a blur of sight
synced to the sound of din.
I can’t believe that as of now
I’m the oldest I’ve ever been.
27 Sep 2016
I was waiting in line at Trader Joe’s
three spots too far away from her.
Had I been closer I may have made a joke
and won her with my sense of humor.
Or perhaps with a witty observation
shown myself to be interesting and clever.
Standing beside her would have been ideal,
our coquetry flowing like a river.
Even twice away could still maybe work,
after all I am quite the charmer.
But three spots away is one spot too many,
any romance would fizzle and founder.
One cannot be smart and charming and funny
from nowhere near around her.
The dude bros between us the bane of my life
unaware of their baleful blunder.
So I say nothing and write down this verse —
sole evidence of grocery encounter.
22 Sep 2016
Sleep in the night is elusive as can be.
Just one more flip of a page, or channel on TV.
Sleep in the morning is seductive in its appeal.
Just one more snooze, one more dream is all I need to steal.