the auction…

the auction

sale begins
promptly
at
seven am
bring a lunch
since
all items
must be
disposed of
before
we can
go home
you’ll find something
for
everyone
cuz’
we’re selling
a couple’s lifetime
together
we’ll start
the day
with
a matched set
of
custom-made wedding rings
surely
a symbol of true love
just
for you
if you’re
willing
to pay the price
like
they did
there’s a mission oak bed
just what
you
antique freaks
love
it’s like new
however
the springs
will need to be replaced
but
be assured
only one loving couple
has occupied
this bed
which brings us to
the lovely
old
porcelain baby shoes
the perfect
thing for your collection
there’s also
lots of fine china
and
pots and pans
that seem
to still ring
with the laughter
of
friends
enjoying life
oh
and there’s
lots of
original paintings
from
around the world
acquired
during
traveling adventures
impress your friends
with
your excellent taste
for
artwork
by
buying up
these framed
memories
oh
and
there’s boxes
and
boxes
of fullfilled dreams
to sort through
if
you have the time
but
just
a handful
of
deferred dreams
to add
to those
you already own
arrive early
and
scan this life
before
your
time
runs out

vacant lot…

vacant lot

now listen friend
though
it ain’t supposed to be
they’ve buried
their dead
in that barren fenced-in lot
right over there
all burial services have been
fine
celebrations of life
by
homeless persons
services were conducted
by a fellow
called
preacher
don’t know if he is
but
he does have a way
with
words
didn’t have to dig the graves
since
parts of the oil pipeline
caved in
during
the last set
of
thunderstorms
creating
a number of sinkholes
coffins
have been made from
leftover crates
from
the pipeline company
sure
a lot cheaper
than those
from
funeral homes
in any case
i’m telling you this
cuz’
you asked
if
homeless people
truly appreciate life
i suppose
one could say
they appreciate it more
than most
for they have the least
of
what life has to offer
so
they’re not confused
or
overwhelmed
by its shiny objects

dancing with shadows…

dancing with shadows

those melodies
that
have
set the tempo
of
your life
have
disappeared
into
the
drumbeats
of
time
you
always
off tempo
enjoying
all the missteps
you’ve
made
never regretting
the toes
you
stepped on
it was
just
part of life’s dance
anyway
they
should’ve
never
asked
you to dance
in
the first place
or
held your dreams
so
close
to
their broken hearts
guess
that’s
why
you’ve always
worn
those
steel toed shoes
cuz
all
of life
is
a construction zone
one
never knows
when
the sky
will fall
crushing
the tips
of
your tomorrows
by the way
whatever happened
to
all
those old dance cards
you held
seems
you were deserted
on
the dance floor
no one
to
hold
or
dream about
guess
that’s what happens
when you
happily prefer
dancing
to
the off beat

 

 

no difference days or years…

no difference days or years

i’ve been wondering
if
that fly
on
the wall
has been watching me
or
just scanning
my
computer screen
for
the latest
world news
given
a housefly’s
life expectancy
i would think
it
would want
to go out
into
the world
and
experience life
rather than
just
sitting
and
staring at me
or
my screen
while
i spend
endless hours
reading
emails
and
writing verses
that
have no chance
of
changing
the
world
what
a foolish
common
little fly

 

 

innocent bystanders…

innocent bystanders

many people die
as
life victims
outpatients 
in
an unsympathetic void
where
the affairs of life
are rewarded
like a pet
receiving a treat
for
good behavior
whose mourners
celebrate
but
who’s celebrated
never
joined
the party

 

 

is there something missing…

is there something missing

have you found
your
dried tears
or
have they been
caught up
in the winds
of
time
circling
above
your tomorrows
but
falling
today
to blind you
like
an ocean fog
to
where
you are
or
could be