absurdities…

a three ring circus
elephants tiptoeing on ice
clowns dancing on clouds
men killing to foster peace
acts performed without reason

 

 

patient contempt…

i know what you think
when you see me on your street
those myths about me
those names you’ve always called me
but know i’m a survivor 

 

 

i just need a scoop…

really need this job
so gotta give the public
not reality
but what makes their hair stand up
putting cash in my pocket

with analytical precision…

can love be measured
use what calibration weight
to offset its mass
for not even gold compares
to the smallest grain of love

time in the garden…

each person on earth
after their birth is given
just a whiff of life
one can choose to savor it 
or complain about death’s stench

 

 

ball and chain…

the game was always
to get inside of your head
turn myths into doubts
self imposed limitations 
stronger than the chains they forged

 

 

field of dreams…

boots muddied with youth
plodding along all through life
routine’s the forced march
a spring to winter journey 
along the way boots wiped clean

 

 

christmas outside of yuma…

a highway breakdown
the mechanic took a look
slowly shook his head 
then said in a solemn voice
i’m gonna say last rites now

 

 

a flimsy excuse…

we can do nothing
it’s always been that way
we’ve tried before
perhaps the problem is
i instead of we

alien abductions…

abandon all hope
a science fiction film voice
where strange aliens
force women to bear offsprings
not supreme beings but court