My Exercise Poem Sweat drips as my legs pump slowly as I run. Legs ache, burn with lactic acid. My lungs burn with lack or air as I keep going, running, moving.
From Poetic Asides: The End And when the end rolls around We shall be found ready. It will surprise us but not frighten us for we shall look back on life well spent. Every door opened at least looked into, every ring grabbed every life touched and we will be happy with life. The prompt […]
The other night, I bought a root beer. This is a simple act for many, but I try not to drink a lot of soda. It makes it far more special when I finally drink it. My taste buds were close to overpowered by the sweetness. Ordinary root beer was not on the menu, I […]
The man called himself a poet And most were happy to know it. He’d bust out a ryhme, that scanned most of the time, and free-formed when lines wouldn’t fit.
Hello? Hello? This is he. I suppose I would. That much? Mm-hm. Mm-hm. I would have to talk to my wife. I guess so. No. No I don’t want to give you that. No, I won’t. Yes. No. Yes. No. Well, then we are at an impasse. You, too. Good bye.
I Am So Over Oklahoma Hills of polystyrene across the windswept plain float on muddied water that doesn’t belong there. Cowboys walk everywhere or drive in their trucks always sucking fuel burning wood consuming.
It Shines The smell of urine, vomit, it falls before my mighty sponge, replaced with pine scent blue water. The toilet gleams as I swirl the concoction within it’s bowl. I scrub the floor the grime released defeated by me and my brethren.
The Gift that Keeps On Giving The picture my mother gave to my lady to remind her of me features me as a tot in a diaper. My face is obscured by snorkel and mask with the face of a frog. “Her frog prince” she might say. She just laughs.
Then and Now It was Yesterday when it all seemed to work. The plan was right in front of me. To be that one they all looked up to and wished they could be. It was so simple It was so easy to have happen. Then Life happened. It happened without warning without my thought […]
I suppose we all know it’s earth day. Earth Day. Nature Poem The wind whispers through the trees as I crunch the twigs on the trail. Standing upright, my eyes at the sky Colors bright and vibrant. Grendel (the canine) runs ahead A smell too keen to ignore as he sniffs and lets me pass […]