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.
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To the one with whom I never flirted
Watching from across the room
afraid to approach too soon.
You dance with such grace
with a smile on your face
I’m reduced to a buffoon.
Fraternity
There once was a boy named Keith
who likened himself to a thief
he was quick as the wind
and a lifelong friend
much to our lingering grief.
Please, God – make me a stone
I have an ocean that’s inside
of all the things I try to hide,
sometimes moved through agitation,
trickling out as tears of desperation.
I’ll bet you didn’t know
That I look for patterns everywhere;
I’m still afraid of the dark;
absolutely everything I have read;
crazy things happen to me.
Cornucopian Cuisine
Ooo, pass me that plate
it looks really good.
I’m treating my palate
to all this yummy food.
Mist
Creeping over hills
and sliding into valleys…
What hides in the mist?
– another golden oldie that I’m posting for the fun of it.
Happy Hour
The scent of cigarettes in there
the sight of their smoke in the air –
a memory I won’t forget
nor the people that I met.
That’s Mr. Boss to you
When it comes to leading others,
I could use a firmer hand.
But I hate being a bother
so I often let things stand.
The Abbey
Meeting new people tonight
at a big city meet-up
and hopefully I just might
be able to put my feet up.
A (wise) man of two faces 