Abandon Ship?
The driving force, of its own accord, won’t weaken
But with battered sails, torn and not mended
Determination and resolve methodically meeken
Consider jumping ship; let this all be ended
Angry Lobsters
Is the inner world the sun, in which all of the extraneous circumstances orbit around? Or, are circumstances the center piece…the sun, that we hurdle and spin our way around perpetually?
SpringTime Views & Blues
A moment later, you are in your thirties,
staring at yourself in the mirror,
peering at your offspring in the
eyes QUESTIONING EVERYTHING
Carbonated Bubbles
A steady stream of
carbonated bubbles float
in unison from bottom to brim
Like a flock of Virginia’s summer
starlings flying in murmuration
Sequestered
Sequestered by a labyrinth of haunting moats
You reflect on when your poems once ended on positive notes
I Am That I Am
I am the patron saint of doubts and misgivings
I am the quintessential consequence of living
Night-Time Dreary Blues
Some nights I drown in the dreary blues
I need someone who can change my views
Tomorrow Is Too Late
Staring deliriously into the cunning, blinding sun
Like looking down the barrel of an endless gun
The Slow-Fade Acquiescence of Acquaintance
Do you sense it?
The shores from which we wave, slowly disappearing
Choose it or Chance it
The future: _______________________________
It’s all blank space. The perfect, clean, new canvas
Disruptor #237
I’ll make my bed and sleep in it too
And for a bit, I’ll still dream about you