Marshmallow sky
The ocean of the sky
streaked white with foam; stirs in me
a quiet hunger.
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Insomaniacal
These long nights are quite the burden –
wearing me down, tearing me down,
taking my sorry ass to town.
I need to get some rest, rest, rest –
need to creep, creep and get sleep, sleep
buried in covers so deep, deep.
Repercussions
Frozen little niblets
in the bowl are lain
that chastise our impatience
by exploding in our brain.
Thank you all – goodnight!
An evening spent
with the finest company
and conversation.
Dedicated
To a man who makes us laugh and cry,
who’s shown us how to live and shown us how to die;
who took us out to tour the sights
and stayed close on those lonely nights;
you’ve been our hero, our friend, our bro,
a man we’re glad to see and know.
Busy night
My tasks complete, I settle in,
quite long into the evenin’.
The bed is made, the laundry done –
the bills were paid (each and every one)
and I feel I can’t do any more
but try not to pass out on the floor.
Sabbath
A Sunday that was poorly spent
very much to my detriment
for I languished in near idleness
to make up for the wildness
of driving every which way
all throughout the previous day.
Nameless
Staring at the blank page
of a canvas open before me,
waiting to be stained with my colors.
I watch it shiver uncomfortably
as though it knows I am content
to leave it naked.
Bacchanal
What’s the point of going out
if you can’t act like an ass?
What’s the point of living
if you can’t be crass?
Sometimes you’ve got to be a fool
when the sun goes down
‘cause you’ve got to live it up
when you go to town.
Transmigration
I want to be a wind:
sprinting over the fields,
roaring through the mountains,
and tickling the leaves.
A (wise) man of two faces 