Bittersweet
May all those we love
who can’t love us in return
live long, and happy,
and may they remember us
when they touch themselves at night.
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The great divide
Oh, I wish my arms
were long enough, strong enough
to bridge the distance.
On the edge
Still pinching pennies
and stretching every dollar,
trying to survive.
The value of your words
Penny thoughts aren’t worth a dime
but people like to take the time
to put pen to page
and turn vulgar into sage
with prose, poetry, and rhyme.
That old familiar sting
Every time I talk with her,
I fall in love again.
Every time it doesn’t work
hurts just like the first.
Small talk
How is the weather?
Did you catch the game last night?
Have you seen the news?
Menagerie
Ladies who love beards,
we are proud to announce the
petting zoo’s open.
Eyes on the horizon
Smoke signal in the sky
but is it a lie, but is it a lie?
A vaporous tell
of things great and fell
but is it a lie, but is it a lie…
Stranger than fiction
I wrote a woman
a poem about forgetting
my pants before work.
Freedom of religion
I do not need a lecture
of your holier-than-thou conjecture.
I know you’re well-meaning
but I find it unseeming –
yours is not my scripture.
A (wise) man of two faces 