After the thundercrack
You’re so bold:
like a raven in the night;
like a candle out of sight.
You’re so cold:
like the shadow of a life;
like the flashing of a knife.
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Craven country
Why do they call us “consumers”
instead of valued “customers?”
Are we supposed to be gluttons
who are being raised for mutton?
Are we nothing more than sheep
that the wealthy like to keep
penned up in a golden cage,
indigent even in our rage?
Ring around the Roses
While the music plays
its rich and baritone notes
life is a grand thing.
Then “without warning”
the music suddenly stops
and we all fall down.
The American Haiku
One Bacon Deluxe
and nacho fries value meal.
And super-size it!
Quality Conversations
One evening I met God
on a bench by the bubbling river
which divided the town.
And I asked him a question,
the most important one I could think of:
“What’s your favorite burrito?”
He seemed startled by it,
maybe even so far as off-put,
and he asked me “Why?”
I replied simply,
“Because no one else would ask you this
and perhaps you want to share.”
Over the balcony
Call to me,
oh lover, lover –
call to me again.
I’ll love you even past sundown;
I’ll shout my love throughout the town.
I’ll love you ’til the stars fall down
and then, with them, I’ll craft your crown.
I’ll love as I’m sinking down
when on your love it is I drown.
Call to me,
oh lover, lover –
call to me again.
I’ll lovingly walk at your side
and hang upon your arm with pride.
I’ll love you by the riverside
when laughingly we’ll run and hide.
I’ll love you still ‘long the roadside
while we take the long miles all in stride.
Call to me,
oh lover, lover –
call to me again.
I’ll love you each and every night
and through each and every fight.
I’ll be your master, king, and knight
and serve my mistress to her delight.
I want to take you home tonight
is there any chance, my dear, we might…?
Listen now,
oh lover, lover:
of course my answer’s yes.
Inner monologue
It’s a prison –
why can’t you see?!
No bars can hide my truth
and in this cage my soul flies free.
The Forgotten
What is Jane Doe’s maiden name?
Who is this woman of mystery
who left home and hearth to follow John
into the dark of an unknown future?
Who was the bright girl behind this cold woman?
Who remains to remember her?
Who remains to care?
The Warrior
Charging forward undeterred,
a locomotive will;
screaming down the steely tracks:
a warhorse off to kill.
But Sleipnir’s stalwart progress,
which lead to victory,
was remembered by his victims
quite in infamy.
Ilunga
If you should hurt me,
I’ll give you a smile and then
turn the other cheek.
If you trouble me again,
I’ll explain once more
and pray you learned your lesson.
Should you wrong me thrice,
I will break your shallow pride
and hound all your descendants.
A (wise) man of two faces 