hard rain…

memories
rain upon a tin roof
so gentle at first
almost soothing
but
as night hours linger
dark clouds begin to gather
and the rain pours down
harder than when
they were not memories
somehow
returning pain is stronger
than its first moments
were we not taught
that time heals all
but
apparently not
the pain of memories
in the night

 

promo codes available…

non random acts
of
violence
are framed
by
the government
as
the exception
to
policy
such
unconstitutional behavior
would
of
course
not be tolerated
by
the
senate
but
in this instance
for
national security reasons
all semblance
of
humanity
and
logic
had
to be
eliminated
and
although
national security
is
currently
at
flood stage
or
perhaps beyond
that
level
national security
excuses
continue
to
flow
oh
by the way
waders
are currently
on sale
at
gear chase

 

passe…

now
i know
it’s not fashionable
but
i’m holding on
to
my old
moth-eaten
frayed
and
ragged dreams
i don’t need
any
fancy fantasies
nor
do i want to be
weighed down
by
all
the depressing
shenanigans
coming
from
the white house
i want to continue
to believe
that
this is a country that cares
not only
for its own self-interest
but
for the human rights
of
all men and women
regardless
of
race,
religion
color
creed
or
sexual orientation
you see
i’m
an american
with
the old
true
american dream

 

spring #15…

i
with the originality
of
all preschool youths
call
my irish setter
red
red
one spring day
chased
me up
one
of
the farm’s
fence post
and
kept me there
that’s
when
i saw
the snake
guess red
knew
a pup
when he saw one
next
spring
we moved to city
one day
when
i was home alone
while
mom
went a couple of doors down
to visit
my aunt
red
bit someone
trying to enter the house
mom
said
she had to
put red
to sleep
i learned
two things
i don’t like cities
and
not all snakes
are
in
the country